The Author Seeks Counsel

The Author Seeks Counsel
shifting present-day self and collective whole

Here we sit at the brink of changing course, quill in hand, keyboard clap, clapping, daring entrance to the void once again. Just as The Author writes, rewrites, tranquil moments, transmuted thoughts, once a darkened moon, dispirit thoughts consuming self-inflicting misery upon the cosmic all-encompassing, infinite presence, scientifically unable to prove.

Fiction, prose, non-fiction, truth reality obscured by mental illness or mental precision, lacking the courage to go against the grain. Filled with emotion, welling eyes, pouring rivers and gateways to past and present moments of hurtful crimes, traumatic times, ancestral or intrinsic factors believed to be real, sitting at the zero-point of no return, The Author seeks counsel in the others.

Looking to the East, six other directional pulls, wisdom keepers transcribing in other galaxies, truth or apocryphal-like, mythical story-lines, calling on the ancient Gods to fill this void, Author remains alone to write and rewrite Chapter one and henceforth. Unanswered prayers, crickets reply, sitting within the medicine interwoven fabric of desire, deeper understanding enters the house of possibility.

Our responsibility says he, true nobility transpiring from yesterdays and yesteryears, not better than anyone but thyself own be true. Called upon by the ancients, star keepers, galaxy birth-givers of life, answering true spirited calls, no longer hesitant, no longer a doubting Thomas.

Rewriting last line, switch-words of sorts, carrying negativity to positively understood truest of vocabulary, transcending old paradigm, fixations of what if’s and whatnots, entering new vocabulary underwriters taking note.

No longer hesitating, desirous becoming; no longer doubting, forever acting with assurance. Just like that, snapping of the fingers, rewritten programs of the subconscious to conscious, it is so. The Author standing by, armies of ‘others’ by her side, ready to write, rewrite the wrongs of self, collective, unanswered thought-felt realities, calling of arms of the many, take up your quill, scratch out, onus probandi, erasure playing in the backdrop, the time is Now.

What more to be stated? Energetic beings are floating amidst, nodding, giving affirmations to what was written before, chiliad of spent years on balancing fears and joyous returns, juggling a thousand lifetimes at the brink of extinction. Forward-moving, ink blotting with self-interpreting beings coming forth, it is being written.

In the beginning, it was giving birth to sacred breath, present-day blackened and darkened shadowy void, future tense aforementioned thoughts tranquility, it is written upon the page, hearts true home singing sacred tunes, forever shall it be written upon the sentiments of the many. Call to arms! Grabbing sword in hand, slicing through previous beingness of what subconscious taught, henceforth simulating unseen and unspoken, shifting present-day self and collective whole, it is so.

It Is So.

~ Ani Po

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With the ability to write and re-write our stories, we the authors of stories, take responsibility in our words, as to give meaning to our current situations, accepting or acknowledging our conditions of life’s many offerings and setting a tone of offering to the readers to take up the challenge for self and the collective whole.

This piece is an extension of thought, gathered over time. Here are other pieces to the puzzle, if your care to read.


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

Joseph Lieungh

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A Constant Cyclic State of Growth and Change


A constant, cyclic state of growth and change

Day 2 of prompted 30 day challenge

Just as seasons change,
messages of preachers timely message remain.
Aligned or aligning further with cosmic thought,
becoming more in-tune with astrological
cyclical positioning thought transference.
Noted, triggered being,
traumatic response to a forbidden discussion of altered past,
awareness, reset,
rebooting internal hard drive,
cycle continues.
Forward moving, ever-adjusting,
re-positioned thought,
guided way-finding shadow led light brightening march,
cycle continues.
How long?
When does it stop?
Never-ending until that last breath
of humanness gives forth.

~Ani Po


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If we pay attention to the seasons, the weeks, timelines of sorts, we will learn of repeating patterns, cycles if you will , that continue to drive us consciously or subconsciously into the days ahead.

These patterns, are they set in stone? Can they be altered? Are we truly governed sternly by the stars?

All left for the individual journey and I will leave the discovery to you. As for me, while the cycles remain, there is always a potential for a shift in reality, altered outcomes to every step with the Canvas of Life.


Thank you . for this 30-day challenge, to which I accept, promising to do my best.


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

Joseph Lieungh

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