Engaging with the engaged

Engaging with the engaged

Supporting words of wisdom foretold by everyday

Taken by Author on recent trip to Peru

Engaging with the engaged — supporting words of wisdom foretold by everyday — heroes penning truths hidden for centuries, only to be unearthed by subconscious mindless acts of sharing an inner intelligence. Time clicked forward-backward, recalling that moment the mountains stood before my gate.

Spinning of words reversal — loop pedal activated — prompting words to surface from depths of buried memories sacred telling of another day. Farther away — recorded traumatic fading of death’s door knocking — arriving at the author’s knowing time has stood still, thwarted forward at speeds of sound and never existed but in one’s mind.

My offering today, within this great Canvas of it all — deep contemplation, inviting another’s travel to the road less traveled. Inward gaze, acceptance of outer rings on Saturn’s rim — a heartfelt attempt at painting a brighter picture.

Where I stand — solid ground or space filled atmospheric looming of shadowy doubts — dancing with inspiration, sharing a hand of another — inspired to sing and dance till the end of days. Called antecedently by the ancients hiding in cavernous ways — stepping into the canvas with a mountain in my gaze.

~ Ani Po

Much gratitude to Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola and all those who visit the Howling Owl.

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

Lost in Translation

Thousands of text, writings on a page, in attempts to paint a glimpse of Great Mystery. While close and pure as it may be, words lost in present day.

Just as these I have written few shall understand. Seek and it is found nothing therefor to see. In a single cell a Universe awaits new birth.

Speak without a word, listen without ears, see without eyes…it is written at the core of all there is. For the Canvas is left to interpretation but speak of it is to lose its content.

Take my hand…for we shall walk into the day and night. Song will become familiar sung in favorite words. Hue more magnificent adding our own.

~Ani Po

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