Mirrored by Love

It is what it is.

With difficulty of putting into words, I will attempt to translate. Some may resonate and others will not…that is ok.

Truth is…there is pain and suffering everywhere in our world. There is also a myriad of goodness. We focus merely on the pain and suffering without giving a deeper thought to it and we remain stuck in anxiety, fear or hatred of another.

Whether intrinsic or an outward gaze, we see what we wish to see in this world. Pain and suffering will always exist, but the ability to transcend our own darkness is a personal journey. In doing so does not mean we ignore suffering, we merely choose to live amidst the painted clouds of joy and gladness.

Every day is an opportunity to share in a dance with inspiration, inspiring others to see darkness or share in a guiding light. While vast and infinite, the choices we make, canvas we see…we paint as our visions unfold.

With a glimpse of hope, through a flickering light or a welcoming hand to guide us along, the choice remains as a self guided journey of such.

I am truly blessed to work with so many wonderful people. On a daily basis I am reminded of the vast stories we share. Our pain exists on many levels and our joy extends infinitely. We all may or may not have a moment of forgetfulness. A moment where we forget our own focus. Or maybe we have not?! Maybe our focus is meant to be on pain and suffering or on joy and gladness. Whatever the choices, I hold space for what others may seek.

No longer here to say this is right or wrong, good or evil…for it is all divine in its own being. The medicine we share amongst our people…may very well be exactly what is needed. As a greater whole the medicine shared in one area…brings balance to a greater whole.

Just last week I was truly inspired by another’s painful journey. I was not inspired by the pain and suffering but the flicker of hope I saw within him.

Sharing his story of past traumas, we brought it to the forefront of reality and held it for a moment. Shared in the wisdom it brought forward…experiencing pain hidden and the strength emerging as a result.

Shifting from pain we focused on its strength. Sharing in the medicine walking together into a darkened unknown…keeping focus on a little glimpse of light off in the distance.

His story touched my heart, my heart touched his. In that moment…we were mirrored by love.

On a deeper sense, Connecting at levels of the heart…mirrored by love…Ani Po

Maintaining Balance

Sustaining the body,

Feeding Spirit.

Losing the mind,

Creating world anew.

Seek answers,

Creating yet again.

No more answers,

No resolution.

Just Be.

Their reality,

Colliding with our own.Meet and greet,

On the Canvas of Life.

Redirecting,

Recreating,

The Canvas as we see fit.

Maintaining balance of self,

Maintaining balance…

Of Divine Proportions.

~Ani Po

Blocking the sunset on a perfect afternoon

 

Divine Dichotomy of Self

We sit,

With our own unanswered questions.

Seeking,

Never to find,

Or conclude as we see fit.

With every answer,

Comes an opposing thought.

Divinely perfect,

As it is supposed to be.

Death and destruction,

Birth and constructs of our being.

It is,

Is it.

We see fit,

To our own curiosities.

Fighting amongst others,

Fighting amongst self.

Wrestling with self,

Own thoughts consuming or creating.

It is,

Is it.

We are,

Just Being.

~Ani Po

 

Creating a New Canvas

Gazing upon a single star,

Honing our sight to what may be.

Neither seeking nor complacent,

Merely knowing the infinite.

Quietly,

Gazing,

Deeper,

Into the unknown.

Breathing,

Giving life to another galaxy.

What was,

Is no more.

What will be,

A single breath.

Looking deeply into a single star,

Creating a New Canvas…Ani Po

 

 

The Sacred within the Canvas

Every pebble,

Fish,

Birds of a feather,

Two-legged upright…

All are sacred.

 

Dandelion,

Mango,

Chicken,

Or sweet potato pie…

All are sacred.

 

Within the sacred stone,

Or flesh of another…

Remains medicine for the soul.

 

Within the sacred sky,

Or waters of the sea…

Remains medicine for the soul.

 

One roof,

One house,

One family…

All sharing a sacred Canvas.

 

Giving,

Receiving,

Sharing,

Breaking bread…

One roof, One House, One family…all sharing a Sacred Canvas.~Ani Po

 

Dreams Colliding within the Canvas

Sitting quietly, witnessing songs and dreams colliding within the canvas.~Ani Po
Our realities remain our own and others the same. Collaborating or colliding, realities intertwining…to create a masterpiece of sorts. Resisting or embracing realities, we define our own…on a grandeur level. Deeper understanding of songs, the dreams of self and those around us…we paint a beautiful storyline to call our own…

See things as they are

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.~Anais Nin

Our level of understanding allows us to witness all things on individual basis. Whether we find beauty in the day or stuck on misery therefore of.

We may not agree with everyone but assuredly there are those at our level of understanding. Adjusting our view, allowing others to paint a brighter picture, we gain clarity to all things.

With loving eyes, we see the perfection in the impurities. With loving ears, we hear the sweetest of symphonies. With a loving heart…the Canvas remains as beauty shall be.