Brain’s Misguided Step

Brain’s misguided step

Pausing to let the storm pass

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Time passing by — what seems to be an eternity –lifetimes of misery unfolding in a single thought. Uncertainty of the origin of this cosmic wave — left with a self-inflicted twist of collective memory — heartache, crippling pain invitation to sitting still.

Expressive words — I feel the sadness filling my universe — weighing me down — filled with gratitude as the words fill this page, returning to the earth — fertilizing future growth of sprouted wings not yet taken to flight. With every fleeting second, a choice of falling deeper into despair — witnessing wholeness — honoring the muddy waters and angelic voices lifting me alike.

Brother has fallen to cancerous iatrogenic belief
thrombosis and coagulation of tempered suffering
numb by the broken limbs, fallen tree
once standing for two hundred years.

Call to the four-directional brethren
spirits of non-tangible reality
fairy tale like endings created
by defibrillators’ shocking tone
anthropopathy grasping harvested moon.

Is this the end — fleeting thought giving birth to a new beginning — of something greater than self? Do the others dare dive deeply into the cosmic seas of disbelief — discover new planets’ existence in the outer rings of possibility?

Sit and meditate — retorting voices conflicting — contrasting vibrational toning of songs sung by hearts story waiting to be told. Still uncertain — more certain than ever — entering contrasting songs sung by the ancient wisdom keepers of fire struck believers to walking a broken road.

Thinly spread rocky roads — glassed shards cutting open the souls of our feet — deduction to induction — phase of black transforming wood into medicinal — ash trees falling to bored out infestations not treated by self-healing thought.

Breathing in
collective suffering
burdening deliberation
end resulting
rewritten storylines
of self and ancestral;
overdue books and stepping stones
waiting for our footed breath
outward healing inner circles
breathing out planetary growth.

Tall trees sung by the masters of fate — staring me down — inviting an inward journey while being present in the ancient truths deeply rooted in the heavens and earth alike.

Tripped up by the cannonballs aftermath growing intensely in hearts broken dreams — returning to the trestle board to rewrite — we sit and meditate on the birthing of a new fantasy yielded reality.

~ Ani Po

Much gratitude to Sahil Patel and lifeline for the continued prompts, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)for teasing my thoughts stemming from fantasy to reality and finally Jeff Langley for digging deeper roots into the cosmic unknown. Loop pedal activated with a song shared by Jeff.

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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Blue Feathers Falling at my Feet

Prompt on Gratitude

Blue Feathers Falling at my Feet

Eternal gratitude for the messengers all around

Photo by Author

Oh, the blue feather
Fallen at my feet
Must be a sign
Of something
Communicating from another realm
Hawk screeches
Flying overhead

What does it mean?

Affixed on the story
Meaning of sorts
Dwelling never knowing
Winds gentle whispers
Clouds blanketing sun
Mother calls
Step gingerly in her presence
Spinning in thought
Sitting quietly…amused
Bursting into laughter
Tears welling
Painting the skies
Burning desires
Given birth
Oh, the blue feather
Fallen at my feet
Awakened my Spirit
Eternal gratitude It Is.

~Ani Po

Much gratitude for Sahil Patel, for this prompt and Lifeline for housing the words.

Open to witnessing the many gifts we have personally received, or the gifts presented to us in the Canvas of life, we find acceptance in all the torment and chaos of our days, reminding us to remain in gratitude for all things leading to this point in time.

Whatever the circumstances in our lives, we have come to know this timeline as another fork in the road, maybe, or a life-changing decision to let everything go from our past.

I am reminded of this lesson through a small token from a blue jay and the magnificent words of another. Elyse Wright discusses our letting go in a timely fashion, whether it is a lesson of actually letting go or revisiting an idea of further understanding needed. Sure to trigger the thoughts.

When encountering misfortune or ill-intent of another, we choose to remain in sadness, burying our heads in the sand, as A. N. Tipton discusses in I wonder, or Bouncing Back in Jason Edmunds piece Bouncing Along. We have choices.

Choosing gratitude for the steps taken thus far, steps not taken, merely having gratitude for all that life has presented us.

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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