Stillness

Om

Thousand thoughts

Released to pen and paper.

Hurt and healing collide

Forgiveness

Repentant

Love

Gratitude.

Thousand memories

Come and gone.

Stillness

Silence

Present.

Om

~Ani Po

To See the Unseen

Out of misery

Tainted memories.

Painted by myriad of familial

Ancestral thought.

Accepting where we came from

Choosing forward step into what may be.

Unbeknownst to self

Not sight of what may be.

Sitting quietly in ‘being’

Allowing greenest of meadows to give birth.

Water of life,

Flows.

Breath of fresh air,

Wherever we step.

Out of fires,

We are born.

Into clear blue seas,

Bathing in purity for centuries to be.

What was unseen,

Shall now be seen.

Ani Po