I See You

I See You

The Light in me sees the Light in you

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There we were jamming to the MoFo sound, tale-telling musical, lyrical, rhythmic vibrational pulling sound, in and out of reality, trying to grip our existence. Storytellers set the stage for inter-dimensional story-lines, songs of old, present dear to hearts true home, play-on-words or triggered scripts, tugging at one’s soul.

Whether understood, inner-standing seeking choice bearing truth-be-told frequency of collective thoughts transpiring, transmuting equally comparative vessel burning sun. Asking, searching, “can you see me now? — maybe we are the Damaged Ones?”

Turns to the storyteller, “How do we arrive at this place of knowing?”

Soon the seeker shall witness — it is not about Seeing or feeling the vibration, but about becoming the vibration itself. Fusing thoughts, actions, supremely stretched out onto the Canvas’ floor, begging for orchestrated collaborative being-ness forevermore and infinitely living breath begging for my own hand.

Unexplainable, unattainable traveling by doubt — there they are, falling short by the little mind picking apart every nook-and-cranny. Rejoice and sing, returning to the circle not seen by eyes, heard not with ears, felt not on the physical form, infused with time-birthing self into all there is to be.

~Ani Po

Thank you Diana C. for the gifts you share through thoughtful prompts and words of inspiration for others to choose their own self-guiding path towards truth. In response to Mondays prompt: Bringing the unresolved, unmet & disowned back to the light of my awareness.

It comes to me in the form of witnessing another. Through their own short-comings, triggered moments, questions and doubt, I see a mirrored image of an older self, once laden by a thousand lifetimes of burdens and traumatic experiences. Coming to a place of surrender — letting go of all thoughts, all misery, painful dust sprinkles everywhere, just letting go of everything, becoming all things with a mere strike of a sacred chord.

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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