Monthly Archives: August 2025

Blank is the Canvas

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Blank is the Canvas

Albeit the Mind

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Blank is the canvas, silent and wide,
A field of tile where dreams may glide.
No grout, no gleam, no tale begun —
Just echoes under morning sun.

But oh, the mind! A tempest swells,
With whispered myths and renovation spells.
It stirs with fire, with aching grace,
A thousand plans in one small space.

The hammer falls, a comet’s flight,
To break the old, to birth the light.
Each crack a pulse, each shard a cry,
Of futures drawn beneath the sky.

From chaos thought, a form takes shape —
A mirror framed in marble drape,
A sink that sings in silver rain,
A shower blooming out of pain.

Blank was the canvas, pure and still,
But not the soul — it drank its fill.
And now behold: a space unchained,
A sanctuary, passion-stained.

Blank is the canvas;
the mind,
a storm waiting to rebuild.

~Ani Po

This past year has been a whirlwind! I’ve been focusing on continued healing, tending to my father, and taking on another remodeling project.
I often find these remodels, allegory or metaphor to myself — as if remodeling oneself. Similar to remodeling, the Alchemists would deduce that the result was them all along. 

So, I move forward at a slower pace, but with greater reward, as both Mrs. and I take on this challenge.

When the master bath is completed, pics will follow.

Much gratitude to those who take the time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of themselves to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Broken Fractals of Time

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Broken Fractals of Time

Past, Present and Future Bleeding Out

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Cracked open, the prism bends time’s weary beam — a shimmer of futures refracted through silence. Pain, the sacred forge, molds motion from stillness, and we rise, not healed, but awakened.

Through veils of realms, our spirit drifts — between the ink of stars and the breath of the void. Reality is a window with no glass, suspended by will, guided by pulse.

The universal tether pulls soft and relentless — unseen current carved in sacred geometry. Knowledge whispers — ignorance sings — the soul dances where both melodies meet.

Ticking, ticking —

The time bomb of arrival hums its perfect tension — detonation not destruction, but revelation. Every moment cracks open eternity.
Yee, winged navigator of heart’s true frequency follow not maps but vibrations, ride tailwinds spun by invisible truths — echoes from beyond, always arriving — always known.

We do not wait for stars to blink permission — summoning constellations by gesture alone. To create is not to ask, but to become — an echo chamber of divine cause.

Within the shared breath — our thoughts forge flame, not flickers of doubt but fires of knowing. No longer broken — architects of shards — each fracture, a doorway to a deeper truth.

We speak, and reality listens.
We move, and dimensions bend.

To co-create is to hold the pen while time reconfigures the page.
Confident, we stride into uncertain sanctuaries — not to seek refuge, but to rearrange walls.

We are not guests in this universe, we are the hosts — the conjurers — the pulse.

So bring your will, and I’ll bring mine —
This canvas, infinite in its hunger.

What shall we paint next?

A skyline made of thought?

A heartbeat echoed across galaxies?

~Ani Po

Much gratitude to those who take the time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of themselves to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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