Grains of Sand

Grains of Sand

                      painting created with ChatGPT

Like grains of sand caught between the toes,
Life clings in quiet, uninvited prose.
Each step we take, a memory remains,
A whisper of joy, a shadow of pain.

Some we grasp with deliberate hand,
Moments we choose, like castles in sand.
But tides arrive with no regard,
And wash away what we held hard.

We carry fragments, fine and small,
From every rise, from every fall.
A laugh, a scar, a fleeting glance —
All tucked inside life’s shifting dance.

Time, the wind, will smooth the stone,
Yet every edge was once our own.
We are the beach, the wave, the shore —
Made of what came, and what’s no more.

So walk, and feel, and let it stay —
The sand, the soul, the soft decay.
For even what slips through the hand
Still shapes the heart, like grains of sand.

~Ani Po

Coming out of meditation, with words on my fingertips and thoughts of putting to song.

Verse 1

Sand between my weary toes,
Life it whispers, life it knows.
Every step, a song, a mark,
A morning light, a fading dark.

Chorus

Oh, grains of sand, through my hand they fall,
Still they tell the story, still they hold it all.
Every rise, every fall, every shifting land —
Life is written in the grains of sand.

Verse 2

Castles built with tender care,
Tides come rolling, unaware.
What we cling to drifts away,
But the heart remembers anyway.

Chorus

Oh, grains of sand, through my hand they fall,
Still they tell the story, still they hold it all.
Every rise, every fall, every shifting land —
Life is written in the grains of sand.

Bridge

Time will smooth the hardest stone,
But the edge was once our own.
Every scar, every glance,
Still belongs within the dance.

Final Chorus

Oh, grains of sand, through my hand they fall,
Still they tell the story, still they hold it all.
Every rise, every fall, every shifting land —
Life is written in the grains of sand.

Verse (fingerpicked, gentle):

G — D — Em — C
G — D — C — G

Chorus (strummed, fuller):

C — G — D — G
C — G — D — G
Em — C — G — D
C — G — D — G

Bridge (a little lift, maybe slower):

Em — C — G — D
Em — C — D — G

Who owns the rights to this song, if assisted by AI? Who has a guitar, to put to song?

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

Blank is the Canvas


Blank is the Canvas

Albeit the Mind

Picture Created with CoPilot

Blank is the canvas, silent and wide,
A field of tile where dreams may glide.
No grout, no gleam, no tale begun —
Just echoes under morning sun.

But oh, the mind! A tempest swells,
With whispered myths and renovation spells.
It stirs with fire, with aching grace,
A thousand plans in one small space.

The hammer falls, a comet’s flight,
To break the old, to birth the light.
Each crack a pulse, each shard a cry,
Of futures drawn beneath the sky.

From chaos thought, a form takes shape —
A mirror framed in marble drape,
A sink that sings in silver rain,
A shower blooming out of pain.

Blank was the canvas, pure and still,
But not the soul — it drank its fill.
And now behold: a space unchained,
A sanctuary, passion-stained.

Blank is the canvas;
the mind,
a storm waiting to rebuild.

~Ani Po


This past year has been a whirlwind! I’ve been focusing on continued healing, tending to my father, and taking on another remodeling project.
I often find these remodels, allegory or metaphor to myself — as if remodeling oneself. Similar to remodeling, the Alchemists would deduce that the result was them all along. 

So, I move forward at a slower pace, but with greater reward, as both Mrs. and I take on this challenge.

When the master bath is completed, pics will follow.


Much gratitude to those who take the time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of themselves 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