Blissful Moment of Tranquility

Blissful Moment of Tranquility

Infinite gratitude in gathering memories

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Do not mistake the quiet for boredom’s lack of ambition — nay. A blissful moment of tranquility in lieu — thousands of stars waiting for that mystical adjuration.

Our mind has taken a brief holiday— a heart filled with hot cocoa’s favorite marshmallows afloat — merely observing, once again — the teasing whispers of solitude dancing to a myriad of dreams.

Night winters cold — silencing sleighbell thoughts drawing a blank canvas with etch-a-sketch taking its powder cold. A colorful scheme of play on words — secret melodies teasing — pulls at an emotional song’s cords.

Caught between hands length and a rocket launching to oblivion— we pause once again — in gratitude, for these steps leading to this moment in time. Awestruck — with head shaking in disbelief — how did I get here? What am I doing? Where the fuck am I going? Laughter grabs hold.

Question not the process— but the processors’ processing speeds — trusting the process predominantly.

The remaining few Days passed along on US Highway 2 — gathering a studio of memories, forever in my heart — carried to the next, blissfully sharing that time we sat together at Little Manitou.

~ Ani Po

Photo taken by Author

Note: these two pictures were taken on what seemed to be the only days of sunshine. One at the beginning and one as we close this chapter.

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and all the Screech of The Howling Owl. The Howling Owl is on Holiday, so we post the words here — closing a chapter, in this great book — anticipating yet another magical adventure.

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

Setting Sail



Setting Sail

Keeping sight of the Horizon

Picture taken by Author

Oh, the murky waters of an unsettled soul — once clear, now clashing with the tides of torturing waves. Brown as the mud — awaiting frozen banks — contrasting with Horizon’s greyed-out memories of distant shores.

Frozen in time — before the solid waters return — precipitous thoughts clash in the bay across the thoroughfare.

Though I have not seen the sun shining since weeks thrice arrival — the light remains bright — filled with joy amidst the clouded firmament. Alone in the literal sense — far from solitary confinement — the door remains open.

Filling an imaginary vault — paradoxical greenery of once present flowering buds — entering a contemplative garden of possibilities. Yet, out there on the open waters — a single captain keeping a steady hand — helm at twelve o’clock heading into Eastern banks.

Northern skies blanketing awareness — carving through like foggy days — trusting intuitive voices whispered into hearts calling home. Keeping sight on the Horizon — shortened view — hopeful, maybe a bit credulous — a knowing beyond certainty — presenting a visionary tale.

Awakening from hearts eternal slumber — snapping fingers calling to nature’s beat — rocking back and forth to flowing of Chequamegon Bay. Irregulate — chaotic voices all around — returning to centered regulated heart-strings pulling.

The swell — finding the way — setting course to open ports. Fear itself — companions swabbing decks below — Captain Setting Sail.
~ Ani Po


Thank you, Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, Marilyn J Wolf, and all the Screech of 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