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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Mirrored Reality: Overlaid Atop Another Day

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Mirrored Reality

overlaid atop another day

It was mid-morning of another day, six patients already passing this way
steady flow, broken down, Rona was speaking more fear spitting chaos hard to know.
Then it happened out of the left-field, caught in a daze, briefly, life’s purpose unconcealed
visionary, recessionary thoughts no longer abiding in life’s given dysentery.

Climbing to the top of the highest building, downtown place-setting bank one ascending
further and further skyward bound eagles’ existential persistence humans connecting stars abound.
Climbing to the favored fringe of possibility, sitting upon glories edged nobility,
tempered eyes glassed-over, once passive voice is written word personal trover.

Heart surrendering sacred song, birds, Dragon, ancient mother’s sarong,
wrapped up in heavenly thoughts, doves releasing spirit imparting like a boss.
Goose-bumps traveling head to toe, forgetting briefly I ought to go,
instant gratitude, fortitude reciprocating, wholly and holy participating.

Mirrored reality shattering what was, given before intrinsic faux pas,
thus mimicking empath, laying on a bed of ‘their’ wrath.
Transfigured and muted tongue, death and dying of the day of dung,
heavy heart imitating dense energies the time being, letting go another fleeing, also decreeing.

~ Ani Po

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This mirrored reality gave birth this past week as I was attending to the day’s normal requests, pain and suffering, chaos and disorderly behavior, lost and confused, in the wake of quarantining for an entire year. Now dealing with coworkers’ brokenness, suffering from continuous blood-letting songs of fear and misery, left crying out discretely to the Universe for guidance.

Out of options, no longer able to keep the peace, fleeing persons running from sacred fires strength and nobility, full submission, at the mercy of unknowing what may come of this day.

There in the control room with monitors observing treatment rooms’ guest, it happened, overlaid realities of what will be given unto thee. A glimpse of an inner-warrior climbing the highest of buildings in downtown Milwaukee, placing him or herself atop a ledge overlooking the city, region, worldly gaze extension.

Holding space while listening to the sacred tune, feeling a new song embodying, encompassing, and passing vicariously through shape-shifting inspirited reality, inner-warrior knowing what to do, it is done. Cracking of the ribs, heart expansive ways, opening flesh, vulnerable and naked embodied universal truth, love flowing with healing winds, doves release from the chest, hearts’ sacred song, healing self-doubt, collective scarring of sacred truths, expanding further, from the control room to cosmic sanctorium.

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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