Purpose Given Thought Thwarting Into Our Daily Existence

Response to Guest Prompt

Purpose Given Thought Thwarting into our Daily Existence

That driving force throughout our day to day

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In a crazy upside-down world, it is easy to get lost in the day-to-day, the collective thoughts floating about. Lost in media molestation, convincing as it may be, where does one turn for truths and sanity of self-driven happiness? Inwardly we proceed, seeking our truths, our reality of sorts, either coming to a place of knowing or misled by external forces lurking about.

In the morning of our lives, we aimlessly attack the world with such vigor and persistence of getting recognized by family, peers, and worldly dreams of making a difference in this confusing realm of possibility. I, for one, chased everything, attempting to learn everything that life had to offer. Showing up then, as I do now, only to experience a greater purpose of living within the boundaries established by the educated guesses of what should or should not be.

“Thoroughly unprepared, we take the step into the afternoon of life. Worse still, we take this step with the false presupposition that our truths and our ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning, for what was great in the morning will be little at evening and what in the morning was true, at evening will have become a lie.”

― Carl Gustav Jung

Carl Jung discusses this observation of humans having a morning to their lives, referring to the adolescence of continuance in being, remaining stuck in the same place. As kids, we played “stuck in the mud.” Is this a representation of the morning of our lives? Remaining stuck in the constructs of dogmatic teachings, false realities paralleled by fear, believing in the outlines created by other persons, never digging deeply into our agenda, creating our thesis, confirming our path, and owning our being of permanence.

Regardless of the truths discovered on personal journeys to self-discovery, we are left to figure out the ins and outs of this reality, physical, spiritual, and mental constructs of our boundaries given form as we see fit. The truth-seekers finders of unknown answers, outlying on the cusp of discovering a new planet, new definitions foreign to the collective masses subscribing to fit into this world, creating a world revolving around them in a manner with no explanation needed but to their own self be true.

Like a flowering tree is growing buds, dropping seeds or nuggets of truth for others to pick up if they so choose. We do not worry about the winds of change, merely digging deeper roots into the mother’s bosom, withstanding the strongest storms. Similarly, we do not fret over those in our presence and whether they will receive the fruits of our budding wisdom.

Maybe it is wisdom. Maybe it is a delusional reality created? Makes no difference to the self-actualized, for they have found a formula that works to create the most delightful elixir to life’s many mysteries unfolding. Developing their practice, mixing varying tonics infusing song or dance into the daily nectar, the self-actualized retreat to their quiet space of solitude, a sanctuary hidden in plain sight for others to exchange in conversation, drinking an eternal quenching liquid of thought-transference to what is or is not possible.

Entering the afternoon of our lives, embracing the real world as if tuning into Tears for Fears earthly wisdom pumping through our speakers of truth, aligning our hearts, minds, and whole being with a vibratory message of love — the light of cosmic birthing of undoing history itself — it is elemental.

What is that truth resounding through? What drives us into our days? Personally, it is an understanding of what makes others tick, what gives meaning to their own lives, offering unearthly views — I say unearthly only because often feeling not from this world and others fail to see how I do. Isn’t that the truth of all of our existence? None of us can see like the other, but we can adapt to other’s beliefs, stepping firmly in our own.

The elemental daily surprise of my canvas, filled with all aspects of knowing and unknowing how or why this world circles around in planetary alignment with others unlike our own, leaving and living in awe of what possibilities still exist within the constructs of personal neuro-transmitting mind-altering reality and the mysteries within earthly birthing of understanding, with glimpses of galactic projections fusing into our daily lives — becoming So.

Being of this place, not of it — forgive me for not knowing the origins of this saying, whether Jesus was the first or there were others before the Christ, it is time to dissolve our beliefs, breaking down the living within algorithmic outlines and prompted beats, clicking at our endorphins false sense of happiness. Sifting, sorting through the raindrops dropping tunes, we write to our heart’s content, not for anyone else but our own self-made gratification.

~ Ani Po

Thank you Diana C. for inviting others to share in the prompts, much gratitude to Aswin for Friday’s prompt and overwhelming love for this place we call home within Know Thyself Heal Thyself.

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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Every Day Worthy of the Risk

Poetic Response

Every Day Worthy of the Risk

Love-based guiding light

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These steps pure as morning daisies,
loves kiss upon directional pulling thought
the action-based reality, transforming organically
effortlessly, continuous poet in motion.

Not their cup of tea — for one, maybe three
what is right, wronged by another’s belief
shaming, punishment by death — perpetual tickle
banished to an island — not even an option.

Years passing toadstools begging for a glance
two left feet furthermore not even a chance
hands and knees beseeching just one dance
finally giving up — they come around too late.

Little one’s pitter-patter across the floor
divide and conquer beginning course
self-sacrifice, death-do-us-part — of a bigger whole
one day meet again under the sycamore tree.

Off they run, flying away, emptiness’ saturation point
filling this heart of mine with warmth returning near
collective-sacrifice, born-again amidst the stars
there we are, fleeting debate — union formed once more.

Two hearts beating — carrying slightly variant
yet similar in tune, risk-takers, and rump-shakers
worldly-sacrifice, analogous in daily expressions
one is requesting time of the other, dropping everything — lovely.

~ Ani Po

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I sat with this prompt, allowing the dance to commence. So many sacrifices made in the name of love, failing or not, it was as it was supposed to be. Not all morning daisies, especially when the children arrived.

Yet, we share a common dance, self-sacrifice, collective-tune, occasional stepping of the toes. Beaten pillows, cursing my name, witnessing her death blindly without her knowing.

There have been risks, cliff-hangers quite literally, answering her phone call as if it was the last. Again, quite literally, actually repeating that phrase, is it poetic, twas meant to be placed quite literally, a thousand examples of risking the death of a heartbeat shared collectively.

My apologies for the prose and poetic continuation, meant to be a seriousness of descriptor and possible decoder ring as Marcus would say, uncertain if it was a deliberate malfunction, failing to turn off the dance, or merely a deliberate act of taking a risk, knowing I might fail regarding matters of love.

I chose the Tapir photo deliberately, symbolizing having to choose between false-self and being true to self, no matter the outcome or fate, whilst remaining highly inventive, innovative, and taking necessary chances.

Thank you Diana C. for holding such sacred space in KTHT and Riku Arikiri for this lovely prompt.

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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