The Song of the Canvas

The song of the wind,
Blocked by fear.
The song of brother sun,
Blocked by anger.
The songs of rustling leaves,
Frozen in doubt.
Our furry four-legged friends
And feathers flocking to soothe my soul.
Letting go,
The Orchestra begins….
The song of the canvas soothes my soul.~Ani Po

Finding Passion Within the Canvas

What is your passion? Are you acting on that passion intelligently? The pursuit of objectives comes naturally with strategic plans mapped out. What is your plan?

Like the falcon, sharpen our gaze, strategically plan upon our prey. What is this prey? Is it a new direction of life? A specific goal? Whatever the heading be careful…but quick…when plans unfold. To believe in one’s own potential or ‘right’ direction…may require a bit of faith. Call on this faith…trust…and it will be so.

If vision is unclear, maybe a step back to gain a higher perspective is in order?! Take time to gain higher insight…then go for it!

Stepping into the Canvas whilst soaring with Falcon. It is Falcon who, with great vision, acts with precision and keen accuracy. Just as our feathered friend, we too may call upon this medicine for higher perspective…

Deep Gratitude

Dancing with inspiration, we inspire and become inspired.~Ani Po

Deepest gratitude for those whom arrived and those who are on their way. For the likes and shares, comments and syncrosensationals…more thanks.

As we inspire we are inspired, love we are loved…share and the world shares in gratitude. For it is through self our world changes; through self our perception or reality forever altered.

May your day be seen through a different lens…that of love…

Laughing at Our Own Canvas

Laughing at our own canvas…sacred space unravels.~Ani Po

Our own non-attachment to how we think or feel any given moment should be, allowing reality to co-create effortlessly through present moment, gives birth to syncrosensational.

Witnessing, sharing in experiences, giving freely of ourselves…adjoining physical and spiritual…until the Canvas of Life is a mirrors thought and action.

What we thought real remains a mystery, what was mystery now truth be told. So rigid we were in a belief having no boundaries. Shattering these boundaries…laughing once more…

 

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….

Each New Opportunity

In gratitude, greeting each new opportunity.-Ani Po

For in this moment we submerge ourselves in gratitude. Giving thanks, asking for forgiveness, sending love into the Cosmos. We are grateful for ‘All there Is.’

Each new step, each new day…we are presented with a golden opportunity to shine. Dust off, buckle up…enjoy the ride!

Comfort Me, Oh My Beloved

Cuddle me…comfort me, oh my beloved.

I feel what you feel,

Hear your cries.

Prayers have been lifted,

Answered in due timing.

Give thanks for each new day,

Blessing Mother with each step.

Step with grace,

Step with care.

Do nothing,

Or light the world on fire.

Ebb and flow,

From West to East and East to West.

Climbing the highest of mountains,

Resting in a peaceful cave.

Cuddle me…comfort me, oh my beloved.-Ani Po