Category Archives: Poetry

Embodying the Canvas of Thought

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Embodying the Canvas of Thought

Transmuting thought into Color

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These are but fragments of thought,
Spilled softly across the page —
Hoping to stir,
To shift,
To transmute thought in another.

Read the words.

Feel them.

Embody them.

Or simply let them pass —
No action required.

In the shadow of darkened days,
Where hearts grow hardened,
Let the Spirit awaken.
Let thought emit light.
Turn from the noise.
Return to the Source.
Embrace All That Is.

We search for meaning — sometimes catching fleeting glimpses of future insight. The path ahead is rarely clear — resisting or surrendering to the momentum that carries us forward. And then, in a moment of wonder, a door opens: a new paradigm of being. Do we step through into the unknown, or remain frozen, unable to grasp the invitation of new thought.

We cling to what was, leaving no space for what could be. But in releasing the past and embracing possibility — arriving at synchronicity. Yet — is not everything synchronicity? Are our thoughts not the architects of our days?

We chronicle our inner worlds, shaping the outer one.
So what now?

What once lay forgotten begins to stir. In sharing our thoughts, we shift the course of our own lives — and ripple change into the lives of others. Reality is painted by our awareness. Once etched upon the Canvas of thought, it becomes manifest in our days. Which thoughts do we choose to share?

What gifts do we offer the world?

Each of us holds the power to create — whether through destruction or divine love. The thoughts we release shape outcomes: Will we perpetuate despair and dis-ease? Or will we embody presence, creating space for something greater?

As we begin to shape the life we seek, the true gift is in sharing it. In the presence of love, we invite others to embrace a new reality — one of peace within. By cultivating inner peace, we transform our circles, rewiring the circuitry that once felt lost or unreachable.

In discovering ourselves, we become catalysts for others. As we awaken, others awaken. Our willingness to simply Be, and theirs to Be, forms a connection with All That Is. In communion with Divine Presence, our worlds shift — our platforms evolve — our creative force ignites. We begin to embody the infinite.

~Ani Po

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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Grains of Sand

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Grains of Sand

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Like grains of sand caught between the toes,
Life clings in quiet, uninvited prose.
Each step we take, a memory remains,
A whisper of joy, a shadow of pain.

Some we grasp with deliberate hand,
Moments we choose, like castles in sand.
But tides arrive with no regard,
And wash away what we held hard.

We carry fragments, fine and small,
From every rise, from every fall.
A laugh, a scar, a fleeting glance —
All tucked inside life’s shifting dance.

Time, the wind, will smooth the stone,
Yet every edge was once our own.
We are the beach, the wave, the shore —
Made of what came, and what’s no more.

So walk, and feel, and let it stay —
The sand, the soul, the soft decay.
For even what slips through the hand
Still shapes the heart, like grains of sand.

~Ani Po

Coming out of meditation, with words on my fingertips and thoughts of putting to song.

Verse 1

Sand between my weary toes,
Life it whispers, life it knows.
Every step, a song, a mark,
A morning light, a fading dark.

Chorus

Oh, grains of sand, through my hand they fall,
Still they tell the story, still they hold it all.
Every rise, every fall, every shifting land —
Life is written in the grains of sand.

Verse 2

Castles built with tender care,
Tides come rolling, unaware.
What we cling to drifts away,
But the heart remembers anyway.

Chorus

Oh, grains of sand, through my hand they fall,
Still they tell the story, still they hold it all.
Every rise, every fall, every shifting land —
Life is written in the grains of sand.

Bridge

Time will smooth the hardest stone,
But the edge was once our own.
Every scar, every glance,
Still belongs within the dance.

Final Chorus

Oh, grains of sand, through my hand they fall,
Still they tell the story, still they hold it all.
Every rise, every fall, every shifting land —
Life is written in the grains of sand.

Verse (fingerpicked, gentle):

G — D — Em — C
G — D — C — G

Chorus (strummed, fuller):

C — G — D — G
C — G — D — G
Em — C — G — D
C — G — D — G

Bridge (a little lift, maybe slower):

Em — C — G — D
Em — C — D — G

Who owns the rights to this song, if assisted by AI? Who has a guitar, to put to song?

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

                           Photo by Javardh on Unsplash