Poetry| Saturn’s Mouth| Celestial prompt

Room to Room

Acknowledging the residents on our minds

Going room to room — feeling varied emotions — hearing cries and whispers, “Hey, come here, come back!” Understanding the compartmentalized spaces — sacred in their varied forms — no longer pairing to the soul’s calling.

Sadness filling void — great sigh as to the places walked before — people greeting oneself as an attempt to hold back the fleeting thoughts — moving on.

Pause

Meditate

The great void within — existential outer rays carrying us to higher grounds — rests on a distant, crumbled planet that is struck by centuries of asteroid-knocking ploys. Black as the night — no thoughts — no things — just a whisper of cosmic presence.

On the back of the stallion’s climb — stargazing wonder — awe-inspired beginning — resting briefly on a crescent moon. Smokey Joe — fires another vision — breathing the breath of life — breathing a new galaxy.

Inhaling the past — painful memories — ancestral tracks — releasing cyclical’s hold — delivering new thought into life. Exhaling future’s call — neighboring planets dub-stepping to sacred song — new birth awaiting at the cusp of Saturn’s mouth.

~ Ani Po

I recently had a dream of going room-to-room in a darkened hallway. I heard voices calling to me, asking for my attention and hand to hold. Waiting for the words to fill the page, understanding these rooms were compartmentalized inside my mind. Seeking the attention of self, I acknowledge with grace and politely move on.

Divine timing, with a celestial call from Diana C., asking us to dive deeper into cosmic knowing. Upon the call, transported back to a time when I was deep within a void.

Nothing is present like darkness before the beginning of life, giving life with every exhalation to a sacred song. Witnessing new galaxies giving birth with every outward breath, I realized it was time to create a life meant for me and my family. 

Thank you Diana C., Spyder, Ravyne Hawke, and 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

Poetry| New Birth

Lost

We are Found

Despairing thoughts
World crashing down
Stay in bed
Curled up, short of breath
Tears of sadness
Transmuted joy and gladness.

Once lost, no bearing or direction
Found right here, right now
Present, whole, Oneness emanating
Breathing in what was
Breathing out Love so Infinite.

Challenged by the day
Smiles of cosmic breath
Parody of another
Or self-contained awesomeness giving birth.

It Is as It Is
We Are as We Are.

~Ani Po

Thank you Diana C., Spyder, Ravyne Hawke, and 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