Igniting the Flame-Emberborne Revelation


Igniting the Flame-Emberborne Revelation

The Firekeeper’s Gift

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Boom! Goes the epiphanies — unanswered dreams coming true — like a flash in the night — clear as day sight given to thee. Standing on end — hairs peaking resonance — divine presence gifted and pressing through.

Long time waiting — mere seconds though it seems — as the darkened skies brighten their gaze, wistful whispers transmuted into joyful song. Heart ripped open — scars tenuous evaporation to whence it came — mocking birds melodies sounding.

The curse of two-sightedness — both sides of the same coin — flipped every morning with hopes of landing in favor. It so — written a thousand times before — inward journey with gifted returns.

We talk about it — even write a perceptual thought — giving no attachment to yay or nay. Simply put — stepping into new realities — stepping into self.

Stepping into the Canvas — stepping into self — all sacred becoming. The mysteries of yesterday and foretold by dogmatic disbelief — gone with the wistful whispers. Joyful song — I becoming we, self unto thee.

~ Ani Po


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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We Hold the Line


We Hold the Line

With Stillness that Listens

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Entering the silence of the day
With darkness falling around us
wherever we go.

We carry the hush like a lantern,
glow softening the edges of thought,
Each breath a step deeper
into the unseen.

Drumbeats murmur in the distance,
Songs of ancient lineage
inviting us further
into the unknown.

We hold the Line.

We allow ourselves to witness something greater —
Others are clawing their way through
strongholds of yesteryears,
and Mother rebirthing
as it unfolds.

We hold the Line.

Laughter breaks out —
a sudden spark,
as if we’ve become a whole village
carrying on a debate
as old as time.

Singing to a new day,
observing both sides of every coin.
Singing a brightened heart back into life,
beating in rhythm
with the natural pulse of the universe.

We hold the Line.

And when the silence returns,
We do not fear it.
We become it —
a stillness that listens,
a breath that remembers,
a light that remains.

~Ani Po


Much gratitude for this week’s prompt. Very timely in the collective vibes that we are channeling through. Thank you, Paroma Sen and Scrittura, for holding the line.


Much gratitude to those who take the time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of themselves 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