Defining Moments


Defining Moments

Looking Beyond the Mirror of Life

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With a rise and fall on the roller‑coaster breath of living — one day lifted into light,
one day swallowed by shadow. Paradise and suffering, braiding themselves through our days — the world becomes the mirror we dare — or fear — to face.

To look into a mirror — meeting truth unmasked:
the lines of time,
the stories etched in skin,
the echoes of choices made
and those still trembling in our bones.

But look again —
past the surface,
past the judgments,
past the ache of old narratives —
and you may glimpse
what others have seen all along:
a divine being,
loved beyond measure,
waiting to be recognized.

The one staring back can be friend or foe — the choice is ours. For the mirror does not lie — it reveals — showing us heaven or hell — creating fabled stories to cling to. Showing denied beauty — forgotten magnificence the equal.

See what I see —
for I see a soul luminous,
a heart worthy,
a being beloved.

We step into the Canvas of our reflection — knowing the Canvas of Life will echo whatever chosen colors through:

Pilgrim sees only the surface — the cracks, the flaws, the shadows.
Warrior sees deeper — into the soul’s quiet radiance, into the place where love begins.

As within, so without;
as we see, so we become.

~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 Come to the Circle


We Come to the Circle

Share a laugh, tell a story, sing a song


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We come to the circle,
bare-handed, shadow-kiss,
our stories trailing behind us — like smoke,
like moonlight on dew.

The moon watches —
not as judge,
but as ancient witness
to every shedding,
every rebirth.

We stand in the ring of light,
not to be seen,
but to be revealed —
a portal carved from silence,
a halo of becoming.

Each step forward is not a place.
Each a pulse, a remembering,
a breath shared in sacred fields.

We name it with metaphor:
a lantern,
a doorway,
a home we are becoming.

So come to the circle.
Bring your fragments.
Bring your flame.
Let the light wrap you
like a question answered
in stillness.

Come to the Circle. Share a laugh, a tear, tell a story — sing a song.

~ 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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