Alone

Sitting all alone,

With nobody to call me dear.

Sadness, emptiness,

With nobody to hold me dear.

There is a breath that comes from afar.

Like wind carrying thoughts of love to inner dimensions.

Sitting alone,

Something shifts my attention.

A lonely bird,

Pecking at the bark.

I wonder if she has these thoughts,

Probably not.

Then there is a voice,

As the bird speaks.

I am not alone, 

For you are sitting with me. Just as I, you are too. That squirrel, coming to feed from the bird feeder…we shall ask him.

Mr. Squirrel, are you alone?

Of course not! For there are those who leave seed and nuts, we call them human. Then there are the crows and bunnies, whom wrestle to the offering rock in hopes of a fresh morsel. Occasionally the human sits with us, but not as often as we would like.

I wonder why this is true,

Humans not surrounding with nature but concrete walls?

Pondering the words of my new friends,

Sitting alone but not really alone.

My attention focused on the birds, squirrels, crows and bunnies,

The trees, bushes, wind, clouds, morning sun, evening moon.

One sentient, two, then another,

Maybe you.

Expanding thoughts of self to a greater whole,

I am no longer alone…Ani Po

 

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

 

Our Truths Remain

Fear of attaining grandest of desires,

In itself riddled with more fear.

Remaining in untruths of own reality,

Continuing days in fear.

Speaking truths,

Falling on deaf ears.

No more deaf than our own.

Seeing truth,

Whilst failing to understand this truth.

Allowing these truths,

Understanding truth.

Our understanding remains,

In unknowing of our own understandings.

Our truths remain,

In a mysterious world of unknown.

Magical and unfolding,

Through our thoughts extending passed our own.

From nothing,

All things.

Reality is born…Ani Po

our truth remains

 

Choose to Change

How do I get from here to there in the blink of an eye?

How do I change reality?

How do I think life into existence?

So many questions, so much head-mind at play.

How do I change reality?
Choose to change.

Choose to think differently.

Choose to act in a new reality as it is already there.

It is time…Ani Po

Choose to Change

The Tomorrow of Our Days

Our dreams do no exist in the tomorrow of our days.~Ani Po

We could look to the tomorrows of our days, in hopes that our dreams will come to fruition or we could align ourselves today with a knowing that our dreams will come true. Without action of today the dreams of tomorrow may never happen.

Through careful contemplation we can solve any dilemma of our days. Simply looking at it with hopes of tomorrow being a better day…it may never happen or become a faded memory.

Keep the dream alive, make arrangements today…clearing pathways for our dreams to manifest. Contemplate today not for what might be, but how it will be so.

Stepping into the Canvas with deeper contemplation of our day. In our steps of the day we are aligning with our truest self of tomorrow. Keep stepping, keep seeking and it will be found.

in the tomorrow of our days

 

 

Things Are Not What they Seem

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.~J.R.Tolkien

Too often we judge a book by its cover, failing to read the contents. Lazily looking out into the world, forgetting there is still much more to learn. Too busy or conditioned response? It is not too late to see anew.

Stepping into the Canvas with deeper perspective for things are not what they seem. Just for today I will look deeper within the beauty of they day, allowing deeper mysteries to surface. That which was unseen shall be made seen.

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Answers

The wind howls with frozen particles crashing into me.

Questions and answers ebb and flow.

Choosing to see validity and of importance.

To master the self is to master the mind.

Cleaning, clearing…hence the great void returns.

Enter the void, nothingness and everythingness collide.

Blink…stepping into Mind. Open…back into body.

Like the wind our conscious flows with spirit in and out of realities.

Step in, step out. Questions flow, answers return. Nothing to anew.

In choosing our thoughts, we choose our reality.

Allowing other realities to cloud our own,  thoughts become not of our world.

Like time passing by or time standing still.

Losing all answers to what or where, but merely observing the how and when.

Reality has faded…blink…a new reality is born.

Ani Po

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