Expanding our Circle of Love

On our way to syncrosensational we acknowledge the many differences within our days. Differences of person to person interactions, situations which test our patience, and our belief that happiness isn’t possible. The reality is that happiness is always possible.
If it is a previous belief or a chemical imbalance there is still a way out of boundary mentality, stuck in an existing reality…expanding to a borderless reality
If earlier belief has a stronghold on one’s reality it may be due to physical or mental strain, difficult people in our lives or pressures of the days to work as hard as we can to make ends meet. Either way, it is within our ability to let go of this belief of being stuck in any given situation. We need only let go of the negative belief and seek a more positive pathway towards happiness. While happiness is not a destination it is a belief that is attainable no matter what.
What about chemical imbalances? or psychological beliefs such as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)? I am not an expert on this but I have met many whom have done extensive work with others who have experienced both chemical imbalances or PTSD, inhibiting the person from seeing a positive outcome in their daily lives. Given an opportunity the imbalance can be restored.
Our self-worth is challenged by many factors of life. Until we learn to let go, we may never see the light of day…remaining in the dark night of the soul.
How do we change our situation? How do we see things in a brighter way? With baby steps and much self-worth, we extend our love to the self, closest family and friends…until it contagiously expands in our own reality. With a single step of self-love, we find happiness with self. Accepting self for the divine being it is.
Once our self-worth is raised it expands to others within our immediate circle. Expanding to this circle, it then grow into the outer circles of our reality. Step by step, circle by circle our thoughts of happiness grows. As our happiness grows we add to the vibration of the universe…spreading light in darkened situations.
Loving unconditionally the self, we accept self no matter what others think or feel about us. Loving self conditionally, we begin sharing unconditional love with others. As within so without. We expand until all we see or breathe is love.
First steps are most difficult but carry the greatest rewards. Each step thereafter gets easier and easier as the fear and pain dissipate. Continuing forward to a place of happiness. Better bring a key to unlock that door ahead!
Where is this key to happiness? We can seek high and low, only to find the key has been present all the while. The key to happiness resides in all and accessible by all.
Stepping into the Canvas expanding our circle of Love. From self to those closest to us. From closest family and friends to community and out into the world. Ever expanding our own happiness we are sharing the possibilities with others so they may choose to be happy or remain in their own reality.

Nearly Perfect in Every Way


I have had my share of blunders and mistakes, some minor and some not so much. I have pushed the envelope too numerous to count, often defying the reality of others. Not always correct, never really knowing what is real.

I used to think I knew everything. With divine intervention, I have come to a place of not knowing. The human mind has a very difficult time in this place of not knowing, but assuredly the heart knows truth. Often truth has no reality…it just is. Changing rapidly with the seasons of change, the heart guides us into safety. Imperfectly perfect we see, imperfectly perfect the world shall be.

Transcending the reality of mirrors, space and time…we enter a place of understanding. Understanding that nobody or no thing is perfect unless we see it as imperfectly perfect as it is to be. We are all imperfect and we are all perfect at the same time. We are a part of a greater whole…unseparated and divine as the spark beside us.

So, is it possible to be imperfect? Are we perfect in our own way? Absolutely! The only time we are not perfect is our own perception of. Even if another perceives us as flawed or having made a mistake, does not mean we are imperfect. Not at all…it merely means we made a mistake. How we handle the mistake is the defining moment of our own perfection. In correcting our mistakes or transcending the perception of a mistake, we now enter a world of perfection. The human mind needs to recognize something as perfect or imperfect as it is…never allowing something to just be as it is imperfectly perfect.

Just as we transcend the mirror of our own reality, we come to a place of transcendence for all reality. Letting go of absolutes and accepting infinite possibilities.

Just as Mary Poppins declared “nearly perfect in every way,” so too are we…we need only see the perfection all around. Expanding our vision of perfection from self to vast universal perfections.

Where is God’s Perfection?


In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, “Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God’s perfection?”

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father’s anguish, stilled by the piercing query.

” I believe,” the father answered, “that when God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child.”

He then told the following story about his son Shaya:

One afternoon Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. 

Shaya asked, “Do you think they will let me play?”

Shaya’s father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya’s father understood that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.
Shaya’s father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shaya could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said “We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning.”

Shaya’s father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya’s team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surpassingly, Shaya was given the bat.

Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shaya didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact.

The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya’s teammates came up to Shaya and together the held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the bat and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling,”Shaya, run to first. Run to first.” Never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher’s intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman’s head. Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second.” Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, “Run to third.” As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, “Shaya run home.”

Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a “grand slam” and won the game for his team.

“That day,” said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “those 18 boys reached their level of God’s perfection.”

Whether in the story of Shaya or in scenario of self-worth…it is merely how we perceive our given situation. Those 18 boys hit a level of perfection that most have forgotten. Transcending the normal feelings of who is going to win and seeing an opportunity to undo what humanity has done. In our personal stories…are we seeing beyond our flaws? Accepting our mistakes as opportunities? Whatever the case, we need only see beyond the canvas of self and witness the canvas of life as it was meant to be…imperfectly perfect.

Transcending the idea of being perfect or imperfect we see it as it is…nearly perfect in every way. Like that of a child, we see with fresh new eyes. Unadulterated eyes of truth…seeing things as raw and awe-inspiring as it was meant to be. In any given situation we see an opportunity versus finite. We see vast openness versus boundaries or borders. We transcend illusion of self, seeing the truth of I Am. We are limitless and our reality is too…we are a work in progress.

Whether seeing perfection in actions or it “Just Is” guaranteed we are all perfect in our own ways. Imperfectly perfect…perfect in every way…

Life is Too Short

Life is too short to worry what the neighbors are doing. I still do not understand why some people worry about the weather, worry about what is happening overseas, or what the neighbors are up to. Especially when there own house is in disarray.

Too much time worrying about everything else only keeps us from getting our own stuff in order. Am I in order? There are those who ask this everyday and strive to better themselves from previous days, while others are still stuck on something that is out of their own control. Shaking my head here.

I often ask “So what are going to do about it?” They reply “Nothing, it is out of my control.” Exactly! So why worry?! Instead…why not just send love to this area of concern and move on?! I know my house is always due for a sprucing up…so I return back to my own house and tidy it up.

Stepping into the Canvas letting go that which is out of my control. Worrying less, focusing more on my own house…making sure it is in order. As for today, I will send love to those who need it and stick to the grass-roots of my own homestead…with hopes that it catches on elsewhere…


Arms of Our Beloved

In the arms of our beloved, we are home.~Ani Po

Where to take refuge, find comfort in our days? Where to bask in the love awaiting my soul? It is there next to the sycamore with buttonwood so inviting. It is there under the umbrella of mother whispers call my name.

Fading into the past, remaining centered on the warmth of your caress…I move forward with a glimpse of what may be. It is here my beloved…that I answer the calls. It is here my hopes are restored. Giving up daily only to start anew…my hopes are restored.

What now? Where does thou have me go? I am ready…take me to this place of infinite possibilities with room for just one more. I no longer travel alone but with those who seek to know your name. Guide me, teach me…take my hand to this secret place…so that I may take those who need.

Stepping into the Canvas in the Arms of our Beloved no longer afraid. Though death may be of tomorrow or not for a thousand years, I live for this day as it were the last of its kind. This day and this day only…I might have…vowing, promising to shed yet another tear. From bleeding heart to the arms of our beloved…I am Home…Ani Po

Arms of our beloved

Love and Gratitude

From the very first post to daily messages of thanks received, I am forever grateful for those who have come and those who are on their way. I am grateful to those who pass this along to a friend or any person who needs a different outlook. It was and always will be my hopes that these words upon the Canvas lift someone in need, someone challenged by the monotony of the days and just seeking inner balance.

Whether a daily reader or one who has reached out a hand in need, I send my love and gratitude. Thank you from the bottom of my heart as we learn and grow together. We are here together to share, experience and allow one another to have our own experiences within this Canvas of Life.

Though we may tire and grow weak, we lift each other up in our most difficult of times. Though a floating fish head may blur our perspective, we see divinity in the story of Victor Frankl and those of similar accounts. It is in our perception that taints or beautifies our vision for the future, our outlook on present day or joyous and painful memories of the past. It is our perception that quantifies our reality from this day forward.

Let us go together…to this place of joy. Let us go now…where others are afraid to travel. Let us go now…fearlessly through our own valley of death…only to be reborn.

I will go with you…Ani Po

love and gratitude

Sitting Quietly

Sit quietly allow the world to spin. At light-speed it travels but we remain in sacred space. No matter what the world presents we see peace, love and joy. No matter the naysayers we continue down the path before us.

Not ever really knowing where the path leads but a general idea as to what awaits. Is it a fairytale to imagine there is happiness awaiting our arrival? Is it blind to think we see a brighter outcome to the bleak? Some may say so…but where do they stand?

Not judging them or picking a battle, just inviting all to take a stand for sacred space. We know what we want and reach for that which is most desired. While our circumstances may prove challenging, how we respond to them lay the difference of finding this joy. In seeing circumstances as they are, contemplating all possible outcomes, we align with what proves most beneficial.

Stepping into the Canvas quietly and assuredly to a place most desired. It is peace within that paints our outer realms. It is joy of self that changes the world around us. It is Love in our hearts that removes all fears of standing firmly in our sacred space.

quietly and assuredly


Don’t Give Up

Don’t give up, the beginning is always the hardest.~Ani Po

We come to another beginning and end scenario. Coming to the end of our ropes or an end to a cycle, we must decide what comes next. We can stay within our reality of potentially repeating the cycle or we can shift our attention to a new reality, making new steps in an undetermined direction.

With uncertainty at our side, we proceed by faith. Faith…that all will be ok. Surprisingly it usually is if we think it will be. Question it and we have just put up another roadblock to infinite possibilities.

dont give up