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

Pure Power

Oh the crackling of your kindled soul,

Breath of warmth…kisses my frontal lobe.

Crickets sound,

For silence and crackling more.

Bliss, boredom, monkey mind ebbs and flows.

Sit just once more, smile in gratitude for ‘all there is’ has returned.

Once void…filled to the rim.

Oh the crackling of your kindled soul,

Blowing back kisses in return.

Stepping into the Canvas in pure power. Sitting long enough, restoring a mighty fire burning within…ignited and power flows freely…cleansing everything in its wake…Ani Po

Be Here

What for seek which is not there.

Fill not void of non-existence.

Call out echoes of nothingness.

Cry to cleanse or ask for guidance.

Bleed for own true healing.

Self to global knowingness.

See through single lens or multitudes of such.

I am to she and they, as we are to stars and moon.

Gazed upon or plucked from the skies.

Be here or BE HERE…we are…Ani Po

 

 

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….

Broken

Sitting, gathering pieces…

Scattered throughout the Canvas of Life.

What was broken and lost,

Sheds new mystery upon hearts of mystic.

A thousand scattered pieces,

Broken, variable in size.

Unable to think…

No thoughts of past or future.

Frozen…

In present moment of All There Is.

Oh to the stars blinking assurance,

Grandmother whom holds us close to her bosom.

Shadows, broken…

Blinded by old paradigms.

Sitting, gathering…

Medicinal winds of change.

Accepting, letting go…

Expanding into unknown.

What was unclear,

Clarity comes to be.

What was clear,

No longer a reality.

What was broken,

A Universal knowing of All There Is.

Broken or unbroken,

We Are Just…Ani Po

 

Still Remains Yours

From concrete jungles to wild natural settings, it remains yours.

Dancing, singing, laughing, playing…it shall remain yours.

Joy, Peace and Love…still remains yours.

Dance with me, sing with me…flow through me.

From earth to furthest of galaxies…it all remains yours.

Ani Po

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