Sifting Through the Rubble

Sifting through the rubble, discovering hidden gems.~Ani Po
Imagine walking along the shores of an ocean or favorite lake. Setting out to merely get away, escaping monotony of our day. It may take a few minutes to reach the desired location or it may have taken longer to get to our favorite spot. Nevertheless, upon arrival, something happens…a sort of overwhelming peace begins taking hold of thoughts and memories of the day.
Losing ourselves to thoughtless thought, we begin our search for that ‘right’ stone or something of rare beauty. In this moment we are caught sifting through pebbles upon the shores. Admiring the beauty and individuality of each stone, there still remains desire for a continued search of hidden treasure.
There are pointy stones and smooth ones, elongated and rounded, flat and oddly shaped…all of them unique to their own self. With each stone noticed, their beauty begins to rise over entirety of the lot. Each one more beautiful then the rest, whether sharp or polished from the sea bed floors. With every tide there remains further potentiality of more polishing of a beautiful gem, finding it even more of a treasure. What was once dull or jagged, is now smooth and polished.
Literally sitting on the shore sifting through rubble, discovering hidden gems of Sea glass and/or polished gemstones or inwardly sifting through personal rubbish, finding hidden treasures within. We can find beauty within the Canvas of Life or we can find our own beauty within the canvas of life. As we seek outwardly, looking inwardly…reflecting on many examples within the Canvas of Life.
Seeing the hidden beauty of each stone that surfaces, reflecting back at our own hidden beauty of self. Through outward evaluation or inner gaze…we come to similar conclusions…we are that hidden gem.

Observing Thoughts within the Thoughts

I had a thought,

Then I had no thought.

There was a feeling within a feeling.

Observing the observer.

Waves of thoughts,

To and fro.

Coming and going,

Allowing and observing.

Stepping into the Canvas as open as could be…free of thoughts, free of boundaries. Observing thoughts within the thoughts, emotions within the emotions….feeling the feeling within the feeling…then letting it all go. At the center of the universe there is a thought and it is without void…Ani Po

Unknowing

It is within the Canvas I lost my thoughts.

No mind, not knowing.

What was true, no longer so.

I wonder as I wander,

Ponder as I blunder.

It is within the Canvas I lost my thoughts.

From I to We once again.

Wondering and wandering,

Pondering carefully blundering.

From knowing this or that,

Dissolved into nothing…not knowing.

Through our journey of knowing to unknowing we come to know the I as we, we are thee.~Ani Po

The Dreamer

The dreamer shall fuse night with day and day with night.~Ani Po

It has been brought to my attention that it is not necessary to know when or where we shall dream, as long as we shall dream. My response was just this, as my days are no longer of light and my nights are no longer of dark…they are left for an imagination of things to exist.

Confused as to which reality is true,seeing only one as truth. It is thought, our own ‘knowing’ of things, our reality becomes true. Connected with taught belief or connected with a deeper knowing of things? That is for the pilgrim’s journey to find. From Pilgrim to Hero in a single thought. From out to in, from I to We…

 

 

Our Reality of Truth

Our reality of truth remains sacred;

Our own thoughts and beliefs.

Changing every minute,

Adapting as quickly as possible.

We are ever-changing in an ever-changing world,

Learning, growing, doing and non-doing.

So precious is the time,

Blink and it is gone.

So lasting is the present,

Centered and being.

Alternative or real,

It is our own.

Our reality of Truth,

Resides in the confines of our belief.

Ani Po