The Master Potter

Spinning life as it unfolds

A thousand voices are screaming in the directional pulling of one’s thoughts — yielding further abashment. External forces were unnatural to self-lending and deposited memories of intuitive flow.

Approaching the spinning of wheels mesmerizing sound — activating ancient vibratory healing songs. Singing begins — opening to a sacred space — guarded by ancestors awaiting the potter’s touch.

The scent of tobacco and patchouli filling the air’s dancing with Tara’s Healing breath — heart-centered alongside pedal afoot. Fear remains in collective thought — short-lived in the silencing of echoing cries.

Placed at the center — sits virgin clay — awaiting the potter’s interpretation of the vacant form. The pulsing rhythm of tapping feet — turning life’s traumatic stones into a pliable medium.

Dipped thumb’s penetrating soul’s favorite pie — blueberry stained fingertips — fanning to the outer edges of a cosmic dance. Breath-infused misery — healing crawling from base to fanning lips — life takes its form.

Silenced voices begging to be heard — potter continues the internal journey — nothing to something greater. From dust, clay is formed — to dust’s articulating song.

Ancestors and visions of present-day infused — standing behind in anticipatory fashion. With hands salivating to grab hold — from novice to master potter, the pottery wheel turns — ignoring the what ought to do’s.

Acknowledging original form — created by decades, maybe millennia — a lump of coal staring back into the voided soul. Beyond the roads — traveled pilgrims stomping to various beats — lump in throat turning into melodious healing ballads.

Novice to Master — in a single step — canticle of ages taking shape. True to the spirit — forgotten way — Master potter spinning life as it unfolds.

~ Ani Po

Thank you Dr Mehmet Yildiz, Dr Michael Heng, Dr. Preeti Singh, Dr John Frederick Rose, Marcus aka Gregory Maidman, all the editing staff, and the whole Illumination family for sharing 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

Level Up

That feeling we get

A thousand words were floating amuck
from dawn til dusk, stealing time if unchecked.
Sorting the dirty laundry, choosing gentle
or quick cycles to turn about.
Saturated, heavy weighting of the soul
configuring thoughts — drilling down to the bones.
Plucking feathers of aviary thought
or predatory intinction of reactionary and collective belief.

Accepting the pain bodies control
transmuted thoughts — lighter, freer
illuminated ways of bringing flickers
of hope into shadowed — shattered dreams.
Holding steady during tumultuous discord,
keeping steady is the way,
thin line walking between world accords.

Spark is the misery, joyful symphony
set into motion by another carrying a banner
charging the way with a reflective song
carried tune — we sing to the words floating thousands berzerk.

No resolution, intentions, or incantations
rejoice in the way, unfolding truths — not labeled
but categorized as other.

Free of judgment — humans pointing fingers
calling our name.
Recalling years in review, turmoil, tribulations,
rising, we are unstoppable.
Level up.

~Ani Po

Reflecting on the year and all its challenges, witnessing moments of leveling up — no longer reacting from old ways but new beginnings, higher grounds, set into motion with a sharpened gaze.

Reading resolutions, wondering where mine reside, I return to not having a resolution but a continuation of the betterment of self. Yana Bostongirl writes a piece that stops me in my tracks, reflecting on the past year. During my most challenging times, I rose to higher ground.

Looking to the upcoming year, not just seeing or imagining it, but feeling leveling up even more. So, to reply to Yana’s post, next year will be a year of greater Leveling up.

Level Up.

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