Undoing the Doings

Stepping into the past and stepping into the future, whilst we ebb and flow. Into the past we go witnessing doings that which are done. Forgiving us.
We step into future with the hopes of feeling lighter, much brighter and more life in our steps.

Stepping into the Canvas while Undoing the Doings within our Canvas of life. With a stroke of pen, we are re-writing our reality. What is the next chapter? What is the next picture within the frame? Grab a pen or a brush…make it so…Ani Po

 

 

Dreams to Reality

New slate, new possibility.

Blank, waiting for details anew.

No thoughts, Void.

Dreams to reality,

Repainting into existence.

Silent dreams that once were,

Come forth upon the radar.

Belief set in motion,

Fire burning life ablaze.

Stepping into the Canvas repainting dreams to reality. With new canvas at play, free to place upon the Canvas that which we most desire.~Ani Po

dreams to reality

New Slate

New slate,

Old wiped clean.

Empty room,

Plain white walls.

Gathering,

Contemplation.

Cycle has ended,

New beginnings at hand.

New slate,

Everything coming to reality.

It is dreamt,

Visions of fire.

Waters cleansing,

Winds of change at hand.

New slate,

Born again…Ani Po

 

Caught in the Crossfire

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Caught in the crossfire,

Personal lesson unfolding before.

From son to father,

Father to son.

Caught in between,

Or vulnerable target to the unknown?!

Holding space,

Yet again.

Allowing,

Permitting.

What is will be,

What will be what is.

Caught in the crossfire,

Time passes by.

Stepping into the Canvas in mystery and awe. Once again we set out as bearers of peace, challenged throughout our days. Flickering, with threat of our own light going out, we connect with an unlimited source of power. Caught in the crossfire…this to becomes illusory…Ani Po

caught in the crossfire

 

Ebb and Flow

To ebb and flow,

As if all things do.

Up and down,

Decay and regrowth.

In between peaks and valleys,

There is yet another place.

A place of knowing and unknowing,

A place of deepest contemplation.

We ebb forward…wait.

Flow back…wait.

Cyclical life within the Canvas,

Permission we are granted.

To wait,

And Go.

To ebb and flow,

As if all things do.

Up and down,

Decay and regrowth.

We are,

And we are not.

Out in front,

Bringing up the rear.

We are the ebb and flow,

Permitting as such…Ani Po

ebb and flow

Good Day To You

Well Hello!

Where have you Been?

What for brings you back?

Where do you hang your head?

Welcome.

Shall we fly together,

To places of highest heights?

If separated,

Shall remain connected on varying and equal plains.

Opening heart for all,

Perch as long as you need.

Good day to you…Ani Po

opening heart