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Captain’s Log

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PROSE| JOURNALING FROM AFAR

Captain’s Log

A bit overdue but I am making my way back

Picture by Author from current view for next twelve weeks

It has been a few weeks since I recorded words on a page, partly due to not having energy, being fully present, or in between worlds of reality. Nonetheless, I find my way back home to the page of Medium.

From the frozen tundra — holding its breath before unleashing inches, maybe even feet, of white powdery disturbance to some. Awaiting my departure to palm trees and pacific winds with new songs, gusts floating amidst the crashing tides.

All is well on the islands of dreams — traveling many days, even lifetimes, to arrive — yet another unknown in this chapter book’s awaited creative flair. One week under the belt — on the tail ends of a typhoon’s flooding perch — lingering mold and sewage paintings on the basement walls

Into the future, we arrive — with others a day in the past — finding ways to communicate. Channeling, astral traveling —  wherever — whatever — is needed at this moment in time.

Today is the first day of leisure — surfboard classic commencing as I gaze from balcony view. Lost in this moment — never wanting to return — I could stay here for infinity, but the universe pushes me back into the physical world.

As I write — Jesu wins the surfing competition — and bystanders roar in gladness. The horn sounds — the journey is over — I am back in this meat suit — awaiting the days to come.

For now — soaking in favor of the golden rays — with infinity pools promising infinite possibilities — I am home. Thousand miles between us — yet I feel your presence near — wish you were inches, toasting life in paradise.

We end there — as I return to my balcony of promised dreams.

~Ani Po

Thank you , for planting this seed — deep within Captain’s Log, and of course, the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family for holding this sacred space.

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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Paralleled Universe Comes Alive

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Paralleled Universe Comes Alive

Blissful nothingness to cosmic orgasmic flight

Photo taken by Author

If anything, these past thirteen weeks have brought — is peace to my days — trading chaotic form to joyful melodies filled with laughter and self-free-giving — infinite love to those filling my seconds.

Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.

Each new day — perplexed by the length of my thoughts — I witnessed the tug-of-war playing in my mind. Silence goes the tuba’s bellowing fear — pain’s affliction lost in a time not far away — present becoming evermore present with every releasing breath.

Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.

Throwing in the towel — quill’s eagerness lessoning our pull — merely present are we — songs glistening of nothingness and everything all the same.

Paralleled by the thoughts floating at our window pains — twinkling in the eyes deepest of glares. An emptiness fills with fullness — paradoxical moments reserved for the quieted mindful sages’ annihilation of given pathways to how it is supposed to be.

Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.

Quoting Jared from the pretender — pretending to be something more than what the world asks them to be — becoming who and what the day requires him to be.

It truly is a game of play — no longer playing with the others in the big box of sand — creating a space for self to revisit, recreate, and rediscover. How one plays in this game is set anew — the choice depends on the song left to sing.

Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.

Paralleled Universe comes alive — blissful nothingness to cosmic orgasmic flight — we are becoming.

~ Ani Po

Thank you Thomas Plummer, David Rudder, Francine Fallara –, Gurpreet Dhariwal, Rita Duponty, and all editing staff for hosting these words.

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