They’re Dead to Me

Poetry| Release

They’re Dead to Me

Stuck in self-misery

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They’re dead to me — is what he said a thousand times — killing off people once close and those of a different cloth. With the fear of losing everything he had — reflecting his words in his greatest unease.

Pushing loved ones — lifetime friendships — to other shores. Angry without considering how anyone could leave the beast’s narcissistic world.

Down to the last few — those giving thanks for the Ass that he was — even they began packing their bags, seeking quiet pastures from tormented guise. Now holding onto life’s last thread of hope — damned for all eternity if that is what he chooses — clearly, he has made his bed and now it is time for him to sleep in it.

Sanctified — his partner’s path — for exchanging beliefs with demons’ lasting impressions. Spawned are the children — tomorrow’s new hope — breaking cycles of centuries handed down given ways.

Last one standing — before the demon’s presence — blessing him, forever turning a blind eye to what possibilities lay before him. Too afraid to let go — familiar tune of a destructive song — disease-ridden — rotting from the inside out. He’s dead to me — mirrored back to what was once spoken to me.

~Ani Po

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.

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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I Can See Clearly Now-The Rain is Gone

I Can See Clearly Now

The rain has gone

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“I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.” Wait…it is actually raining at this moment. So, how does one see clearly amidst the rain?

Dealing with our own triggers of life, often referred to as shadow work, or trying to understand something at deeper levels, we peel back layers of understanding. Our reality is based on current beliefs and our clarity of life is or is not clouded by thoughts of our current belief system.

Sitting in the rain can be comforting or the opposing, depending on ones own attachment to what is good or bad per se. Wandering mind, leading to what we cannot do or lack of sun…fearing that we cannot survive in this very moment, we are left in gloomy state of being.

Some might say the rain can effect ones own psyche, triggering moodiness or gloominess. Maybe this is true? Or maybe it is a reflection of ones own belief system? There is data that suggests that the weather can effect ones mood, while other data suggests it is merely a mirroring effect: what a person thinks or feels is what the experience may be.

Is there also a possibility of a collective consciousness happening? Meaning…a region attracts certain thoughts, while everyone is influenced by these thoughts. Every moment of the day is regulated by these collective thoughts. Even weather patterns can reflect these thoughts.

A thousand people meditating on Love or Peace, collectively changing the present moment of fear based thought process. Mastering ones own thoughts, collectively contributing to ‘The Field’ of consciousness, potentially altering or enhancing the collective whole.

What about a belief that another has? Whether religious, spiritual, political, everyday events. How can one be on the same page as another? Willingness or openness to accepting another path on this road of life. Many roads leading to similar destination, whether one sees this or not it is true. We are all heading in the same direction. But where does this path lead? That is another time and discussion.

For now…our understanding is what it is. Today, we may have sat pondering within the rain…only to have a foreign idea, from years past, come to understanding with deeper ‘knowing’ of things.

Our willingness to be present, allowing varying beliefs to surface, practicing non-attachment to ‘All’ things, accepting The Great Mystery of it all, we come to a place of deeper clarity…singing “I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.”

Like a roller-coaster, up and down weathered extremes — frost returns, thawing realities existence with pouring rains during an unseasonable timing of thought.

Gloomy days enter realities mirrored reflections, introducing multiple universal thoughts given way to what may be. Short is the shadow of a doubt, entering bright shiny days — evacuating again with threats of frozen tundra’s grip.

Bundled up — warming by fireside chatter’s inner dialogue — we are holding sacred space. New beginnings promise — swiftly come — not soon enough, we hold onto springtime’s budding birth of another passing year.

~ Ani Po

Two weeks ago, it was raining amidst what normally is a frozen time in Wisconsin. High in mid-forties, only to escape into the frigid cold of winter’s darkened glow.

Snow has returned, like a familiar friend, comforting us in the darkened winter’s breath.

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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