Sharing a Piece of Paradise


Sharing a Piece of Paradise

Songs filled with heartfelt ancient beats

On the shores of Taki Maru by Author

Weaving clashing waves into breaking winds — Eastern skies opening to brightened seas — heart calls out first reefs shadowy past. Sing to the ocean breathless beats — sing to the mountains casting protective gaze — sing to heart’s content, endless deepened peace.

Stillness remains — emptiness filling cup — outward hands holding the balance of the diurnal course. Lost forgotten words — vacant ghostly shades of royal blues and turquoise hues — stopping for moments such as these.

Words on a page — filling voided thoughts with downloaded — transmuted energies of breezes sent from paradise. Transfixed on the daily routine — the pool boy painted the infinity pool with etched-out patterns of once before.

Silent is the mind — heart-beating recluse of ancient memories — home remains forever in the present moment. Rolling tides — repeating sounds of heartfelt tranquility — I am home.

Minus the plus one — soon arriving on Hagatna’s shores — reunited after heart-breaking distant deplores. Into the future — her arrival — nearly down under.

Like a childlike feeling — candy stores offering — the heart is filled with gladness — sharing a piece of paradise with Amore.

~Ani Po


Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, Samantha Lazar, Ann Marie Steele, and the whole Scrittura Family.

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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Aging is on my Side


Aging is on my Side

Wrinkles in time, smoothing the way

Photo by Michael Davis on Unsplash

Aging is on my side
with wrinkles in time unfolding
multiplying layers — painted
on the faces of those awaken
and asleep alike.

Present are we
spoken words — filtered
heart voicing peace
in the distant
near as hand-holding true.

Given space
forsaken souls — crying
out songs of sadness
listening for retorting
welcoming tune.

Walls higher
than heavens gate —
walls crashing down
brick by brick
emptiness is all that remains.

A child-like
opportunity presents
rattlers and shakers —
drumbeats four to seven
beats per second.

Emptiness filled with
cosmic fluidity —
entering a new galaxy
left chosen
creating a new one at best.

New galaxies
thought-based reality
shifting into a growing
creative understanding —
seeing with greater perspective.

Signs drifting
heretofore —
embodying emptiness
filling broken hearts
with a new guiding star.

Time slowly
drifting —
speed of light
blinks another thought
into fruition.

Playtime
comes at any given moment
acceptance — of whispered
healing into hearts
true home.

~Ani Po


This piece was a reflection of Linda Sharp recent poem…


Slowly, slowly, I am drifting…


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