Time Giving Salve Healing all Wounds


Prose poetry

Time Giving Salve Healing all Wounds

Opening pangs of trauma and loss

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Fresh as the daisies colored labeled beets, not one is withstanding truth but such the knees giving out when reality no longer exists. Willows passing bent over wrenching pain with purging Stuck at crossroads of solar plexus borders, as before triggered thought happenstance in the month of May, scattered furry friends searching for lost nuts and buried treasures like the squirrel burying and resurfacing misery untold stories as once before.

Given strength, time’s passing of another memory, ancient and wise old owl standing nearby giving council to futuristic events. Dragon’s cleansing breath is deeply rooted in the cavernous bouts with past, present, and future glances.

In a blink, thoughts fleeting fast, twas a dream hence real intensity giving meaning to the personal and collective whole. What is this reality set before me? What happens next? Matters not what is real or illusory thought. Matters only to recognize thoughts as written in stone or evanescent thoughts with the possibility of enhancing self-inflicted wounds healing beyond worldly and galactic bodies of info.

As raw as the honey gathered by worker bees and queens’ holding space, we are not bound by this reality or the next but a grandeur and expansive space within potentiality and beingness of unlabeled thought-patterns of unwritten truths.

Breathing in the glorious ether of ever-expanding possibility, breathing out yesterday and yesteryear of neuroplastic ingrained trade of thought. Opening wounds, acknowledging present bee, allowing organic healing to transpire, applying the salve of time to heal all wounds.

~Ani Po


Was at a loss with this prompt, but then a wonderful piece unlocked the word-gates to thought. Thank you Literary Impulse for this lovely prompt and thank you to today’s muse JoMae Spoelhof. You can read her story, sparking this piece, below.

Thank you Literary Impulse for this lovely prompt and for stretching my words across this page.


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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In Perpetuum Paradoxical Transmission


Poetry and Prompted thoughts

In Perpetuum Paradoxical Transmission

Spell casting intent, daily routines

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Words are chosen for the day, actions deep-rooted into self-taught reflective voice beginning with breath softly spoken unwritten rules of engagement. Not because they said so but more of how not to be mirrored back realities of self-inflicting pain carried by traumatic existence intrinsic lessons of the day.

Step graciously, kissing morning earthbound love-inflicting course deep within our core systems reflective voice singing truth with sharpened swords cutting further — deeper into what feels true to self. Speaking louder than galactic whirlwind stage-setting possibility of what may be.

Prompted course transitive conscious from the unconscious hidden treasure trove — to a thought-based intentional path taken by wandering souls — spell caring provisionary self-reliable anecdotes given humor medicinal approach with every prize in opened box.

Switch-words, casting forth words of paradoxical transmission — of fore bearing monkey shines upon our day. Animistic approach or steadfast footing upon mother’s bosom, yet forgotten to smile with servitude presenting opportunistic moments in faded and illusory realities to the many — observing the observer, as she steps in and out of physical presence, spiritually called if you will, whatever the labels of things and human form permit.

Older than the Ulchi spirit insitu, ritualistic modus operandi ceremonial garb always present linear and nonalike, hearts transcending song breaking all limitations-bonding to thereafter. That which is not seen present here, past constraining forces within and outside of self, future unfolding as it was in the beginning and now in Perpetuum.

~ Ani Po


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For this piece, I know many would love a decoder ring. Instead, this is an invite to ponder these words and allow any imagery to come forward. It could be a thought, a picture in your mind’s eye, a voice from the past or whatever. This is a play on words, triggers if you will, allowing the subconscious to leap out in front. Please do let me know whatever jumps out.

Thank you Diana C. for this weeks prompt, always a delight.


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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