Awakening Spirit

Awakening Spirit

Calling once again

Photo taken by Author

Have you ever had a gut feeling about something? Have you ever felt like you needed to do something? Or have you ever gotten the strange urge to call a friend to deliver some news? You are receiving a message from the field of possibilities.

I am still in awe every time this happens and honored to have these messages flow through. My favorite moments are when connecting with someone, only to call on other people, who I later find out, are already connected with this person. The mystery and story unfold as I carry a message to someone new. Better yet, they accept the call into the field and travel with me into the great unknown — a place of infinite possibilities. I am not here to squelch anyone’s dreams — but here to encourage them.

When we let go of our previous teachings or the previous upbringings of control, we open up to endless possibilities of new beginnings — creating a sea of potentiality.

How does one get there?

Sadly, for most people, it takes a tragedy to get them to see the truth of ‘all things.’ However, these tragedies are merely disguises for great things to come. How often have we heard someone hitting rock bottom and climbing to the highest mountains?

We do not have to wait for this time, but as humans, we see no point in doing anything other than what we already know — remaining complacent. Until one day, we are forced to decide between the same up-and-down roller coaster ride or a new ride that screams endless excitement with a ‘no low’ guarantee. It is all possible — and it is possible now.

As I write this, I hear a voice whispering into my ear — no name, no label — just a whisper. It begins to dictate, “We are all here to learn from one another, and we are here to grow in our true selves, rising to the occasion of being a Warrior once more. There shall come a time in everyone’s life when they will need to make a choice. Stay on the sided valley of despair or travel the rocky path to nowhere — trusting that paradise awaits. Those willing to cross the valley of death shall find paradise. Those afraid, stuck in the ordinary, shall never experience extraordinary. It is in our death of flesh — Spirit is born unto us.”

Out of the darkened night,
Spirit calls me into the Light.
Deep within the Words,
I begin to flow.

Within the lessons, dare I go?

They present themselves only to me.
Choose to,
Or choose not.
Allowing myself the past,
Future…and what’s to come.

Trusting, believing,
It is so.
Stepping, knowing,
Reality is true.

My darkened past…released.
My future…revealed.

Still only remaining…the Now.

Do what needs to be done,
With my day.
Go where the call takes me,
Still a mystery.
Wherever this may be,
Or whatever I am to do.

Know this…my Heart leads the way.

~Ani Po

Stop and listen if you are stuck or need help figuring out where to go. Chances are, Spirit is calling you by name. Those willing to hear the call shall answer to the great I Am; those willing to answer the call shall arrive — Right on time.

Stepping into the Canvas with Heart as our guide. Whatever the darkened past or lessons of life, we all have access to a powerful source of Light housed within. Follow this Light, and we will not be led astray — finding paradise. Listen to Spirit — She will lead you there.

I wrote this about ten years ago while discovering new possibilities. Daring to cross the valley of death, giving birth to something beyond one’s dreams. I share it now, with hopes it may carry a few. 

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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Sharing a Piece of Paradise

Sharing a Piece of Paradise

Songs filled with heartfelt ancient beats

On the shores of Taki Maru by Author

Weaving clashing waves into breaking winds — Eastern skies opening to brightened seas — heart calls out first reefs shadowy past. Sing to the ocean breathless beats — sing to the mountains casting protective gaze — sing to heart’s content, endless deepened peace.

Stillness remains — emptiness filling cup — outward hands holding the balance of the diurnal course. Lost forgotten words — vacant ghostly shades of royal blues and turquoise hues — stopping for moments such as these.

Words on a page — filling voided thoughts with downloaded — transmuted energies of breezes sent from paradise. Transfixed on the daily routine — the pool boy painted the infinity pool with etched-out patterns of once before.

Silent is the mind — heart-beating recluse of ancient memories — home remains forever in the present moment. Rolling tides — repeating sounds of heartfelt tranquility — I am home.

Minus the plus one — soon arriving on Hagatna’s shores — reunited after heart-breaking distant deplores. Into the future — her arrival — nearly down under.

Like a childlike feeling — candy stores offering — the heart is filled with gladness — sharing a piece of paradise with Amore.

~Ani Po

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, Samantha Lazar, Ann Marie Steele, and the whole Scrittura Family.

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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