Captain’s Log

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Captain’s Log

Passing of Another Story-line


Beginning with a story of cutting and rolling, painting of sorts, covering walls with new tint, singing and dancing nature’s song, youngest of clan enters the room. “Can I help?” Yes, of course, never turning down a helping hand.

Handing brush, ox hair priceless as it may be, not thinking of consequences, paint now covering bristles, metal and handled stick. What the heck happened? As quickly as the “I’m sorry” happened I was transported backward to working with my father. Scolded for not knowing proper care, a brush is still a brush, but his failure of not knowing, teaching example lacking the same.

Oh my dear, it is ok, merely making you aware. While only a brush, value to whatever given, it still needs our care. Spinning possibilities as to how events came to be, similarly worldly events, it could be this or that, failure on my part, lacking on theirs, blame game as watered down paint to thin, it just is.

Lesson learned dragon arrival for a nightly visit, cyclical return, swallowing own tail. Ouroborus infinitely returning, never-ending, ever-beginning, drenched in a message, collective past, backtrack discussion daughter explained.

Next day thoughts digressing, expanding awareness, consciousness exploratory assignment,’ It’ comes to be. Gods of Sea, Thunder, and Wind. Spirits of the Wind, Great Spirit, Oneness, contemplative collective, the visionary label of things, collaborating stories soothing souls, mere attempts to what ‘Is,’ deductive reasoning, becoming It Just Is.

Affectionately guiding us, becoming what may be, challenging all things as before, accepting what’s governing corners of the Earth. Transcending label of things, integrating and intertwining All Things in All Ways, no longer following rules of engagement, written laws of man, Stepping into The Canvas, becoming the Canvas itself, self-declaration I Am Here, stepping precisely as expected.

Respondents unable pressing journalist thoughts, obsessed with grass greener on another side of the moon, whereas color wheels losing mind. Stories passing day after day, ideating new chapters, unspoken words given new meaning to co-creating without lifting a finger once smashed by hammers weight.

Grabbing Author’s Quill, re-writing story-lines, generational twist, ancestral beings, traumatic events or guiding lights self-realized, traveling before the beginning of time, entering the void of All there Is, returning the sacred kiss, Universal response placed upon the lips.

Weeks end, sacred song, heart singing for all to Hear.

~ Ani Po

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This piece is a reflection of the past week, prompted firstly this past week’s prompt of daily journal.

Consumed by recent project, unable to sit in sacred writing space. Thoughts kept coming, entering post-it recording devices, sticking to desk, emailing self, thoughts entering with nowhere to go but limbo for future reference.

As timing has it, the beginning of the week ties into the end, wrapping up with another prompt for weekends delight.

Monday was filled with a lesson of healing past, present and future generations, allowing my daughter and I to heal together and father’s ancestral lessons handed.

That night visited by dragon’s tail, as it often happens whenever a lesson is learned, swallowed whole once again as if completing another cycle. Healing past trauma, learned behaviors, deepening understanding of All there Is.

Bringing me to the existence of God’s and Goddesses, Spirits small and grand. Where do they come from? Merely labels created by man, unfathomed voice given hence? Saints and Sinners, Angelic presence at bay, just as the battlefield of the mind creates illusory story-lines self-inflicted or handed down, label of things we must, human we are after all.

Expansion of sorts, outer-body experience, traveling to the beginning of time, witnessing shape-shifted story-teller atop mountain range. valley’s gorge imploding song, Creation speaks through Heart’s tranquility. Journeyed for understanding, returning with All there Is.
From fear ridden past at beginning of week, to fearless freedom lighting up my world, humbled by the lessons learned, steps taken, hearts Song carrying tune.

Thank you All for reading and continued support.

Joseph Lieungh