Finding Our Purpose

Carrying sacred tune through life

Majority singing — spending the morning of our lives collecting, playing — falling into the trap of not knowing. In the simplest forms — forgetting who or what we are — creators of divine inspirational flow.

Heart singing to self — others — ignorance and tarry bliss — never accessing this sacred tune of life. Ever-present our sacred song — purposefully to heal the Canvas of Life — carrying a special tune — crooning with purpose.
A ninety-year-old opening up to background noise necessity.

Chaos found in the day-to-day — is drowned out by television — radio playing — loudly, so thoughts no longer exist. Absent watching — listening to muted thoughts — choosing to bury self into addicted vibrational tonal misunderstanding.

Unable to answer why the background noise — ninety-year-old fleeing conversation — wishing on vanishing questions. Speechless she was — persisting silence — uncomfortable being — invitation to turn off the tele.

Pause

The invitation remains — enter silence — allowing heeded thoughts to center stage. Carried tune unique to self — collectively dancing with inspirational vibrational frequency — tuning into something greater.

Pause

Entered words — severed lips — yes, I have a song — stuck on loop pedals continuous annoying call. Scared to sing along — reasons unbeknownst to her — choosing to ignore the sweetest of healing melodies.

In the presence of ancestral pull — traumatic memories — forty-five minutes churning with a blink of an eye. Humming commences — tears of joy breaking their seal — healing self and observer alike.

Is there a right time for tuning into the heart’s melody?
Sixteen — thirty — ninety — it is always the right time to share this sacred song of self. Literally — life’s great metaphor — allowing this sacred song of life to carry through.

Implanted in the heart — confused by the mind’s fear of unspoken truth — wrestling with self. Mirrored reality from self to worldly occupation — head to heart — the most difficult pathway to inner peace.

~ Ani Po

What is our purpose? There is no purpose but to flow through life as our heart speaks naturally. Being true to heart, conflict decays.

So what is your heart singing to you? What is it calling your attention but left on ignore? These words are an invitation to take steps towards purpose. Baby steps or giant leaps, clear pathways or perceived roadblocks. Go now — Step into the Canvas on purpose. You are the purpose; the song flowing through is your gift to the world — time to give it away.

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.

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

Welcome Home

Home is where the Heart is

In the simplest forms — keeping true to oneself — no fluff or exaggerated storylines — returning to whence we came. From the dust, we came — to dust, we return.

The new chapter begins with pages of old filled with pain and joy and old houses filled with memories of self, coupled with little pattered feet, moving forward without hesitation or regret.

Established cornerstone placed — placing roots in neighboring fields — welcoming new memories to fade away like whispering winds. Scribes of the unknown — never knowing, ever-growing — letting the fallen trees cast shadows of healing songs.

Alluring return — to a house no longer bringing joy — so great the temptation — knocking on closed doors.

Pause.

Remaining true to the heart — broken once before — placing a beating drum — heartbeats calling to sacred tune. It shall be written upon the walls — past to present — merely a memory.

With gratitude and utmost respect — wishing well filling to the rim — sending heartfelt beatings of ancient melodia. Home is where the heart is — welcome home.

~ Ani Po

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.

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