Sacred Space

Finding oneself standing within sacred space.~Ani Po

What is sacred space? Can it be found in a building? Out in the forest? In a private room? The answer is yes. Sacred space does not exist in any one place but remains a state of mind. Seeing all as sacred, we enter holy ground.

Soon everything holy, everything a message from divine. Clarity in sight, sound and feeling remains of certainty. Holding space for self, community and global brotherhood, what was once a challenge, becomes a new norm.

Painted by divine, received by spirit…our Canvas of Life becomes the most sacred of spaces. Our Space…held with highest esteem remains for self…given freely at will.

Kissing the earth with every step…in peace and love…painting a new reality, new possibility for all humanity…

 

Be Here

What for seek which is not there.

Fill not void of non-existence.

Call out echoes of nothingness.

Cry to cleanse or ask for guidance.

Bleed for own true healing.

Self to global knowingness.

See through single lens or multitudes of such.

I am to she and they, as we are to stars and moon.

Gazed upon or plucked from the skies.

Be here or BE HERE…we are…Ani Po

 

 

Kissed by My Own Breath

Kissed by my own breath.~Ani Po
Just now greeted by own breath.
I know its name.
Pain misery angst and fear.
Breathe again love holds me tight.
Pure bliss.
Breathe again sending out to the people.
Giving thanks to all there is.
Kissed by my own breath….

The Broken Wings of Life

The broken wings of life.

We cannot fly without two wings. Wings representing past and present.

If a broken wing of past exists, we fly counter-clockwise or counter productive fashion…circling and spiraling into our own pain. While important to feel pain it is equally important to keep flight.

Likewise if wings of future are broken we spin aimlessly in a clockwise fashion…circling without any direction.

Moving forward with continuous reflection on past and present, keeping a forward momentum.

Ani Po

Broken

Sitting, gathering pieces…

Scattered throughout the Canvas of Life.

What was broken and lost,

Sheds new mystery upon hearts of mystic.

A thousand scattered pieces,

Broken, variable in size.

Unable to think…

No thoughts of past or future.

Frozen…

In present moment of All There Is.

Oh to the stars blinking assurance,

Grandmother whom holds us close to her bosom.

Shadows, broken…

Blinded by old paradigms.

Sitting, gathering…

Medicinal winds of change.

Accepting, letting go…

Expanding into unknown.

What was unclear,

Clarity comes to be.

What was clear,

No longer a reality.

What was broken,

A Universal knowing of All There Is.

Broken or unbroken,

We Are Just…Ani Po

 

Surfs Up

Going with the flow…riding the waves…Ani Po

We paddle out  to meet our first wave

Only to be dumped into a sea of despair.

With hope we begin paddling to great the next,

Only to be slammed into an ocean of fear.

Determined and glimmer we set out again,

Attentive, breathing, steady…allowing…we ascend.

Excitement…

Down we go.

Broken and thoughts of giving up,

The wind gathers our strength lifting us to new heights.

No thoughts, no emotions just pure determination,

We catch the ultimate wave.

What a rush, we are going with the flow…

Down we go.

Go again…we ride into shore.

Go again…down we go.

Like the roller coaster there are waves to be ridden and there are waves to learn from. We can ignore them, accept them or merely learn from them. Our on the horizon another wave awaits, what do we do? Stand on the shores or go out to great it?

 

Surfs Up!

 

Still Remains Yours

From concrete jungles to wild natural settings, it remains yours.

Dancing, singing, laughing, playing…it shall remain yours.

Joy, Peace and Love…still remains yours.

Dance with me, sing with me…flow through me.

From earth to furthest of galaxies…it all remains yours.

Ani Po