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

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Consumed Laughter of All Things


Consumed Laughter of All things

Divide and Conquer or Healing as One

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Consumed by the very thoughts — handed down from generation to generation. Mothers’ passing — taking many of the hidden secrets — left now only with fathers flesh. Decaying are the memories — hidden cipher rotting by the consumption of media on a loop.

Consumed by the passing of the before — now a similar story with differing players and even greater unrest within the human populous. So steadfast is the song — heartfelt and shared with possibilities — singing into yet another consuming arena of alternate perceptibility.

Consumed in the now — breathing of the focused sense into awareness. Everything and nothing — colliding as one — before the beginning — out there in the existence of voided thought.

Consumed in the future tense — third-person singular — I to we, we to she, they to he — as one by the dividing nature in a consuming world. Breaking into laughter — smokey Joe holding a sacred space — seeing the all in the all — good, bad and ugly as the humans know. Labels — no longer attached to this all in the all — just a vibratory laughter healing a whole continent.

~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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash