Preparing the Canvas

Surrounded by clutter,

Weathered by thought.

Misty or cloudy day,

Afraid to step out.

There in the center of it all,

A blank Canvas.

Weathered or Illuminating,

It remains.

Sight or sound,

Felt or knowing.

We step,

We purge,

We prep for a new scenery of sorts.

~Ani Po

Defining the Canvas

Do no harm,

Burn family of trees?

Walk gently,

Stomping brother ant?

Lift little bird to safe perch,

Throwing fresh meat to hyena?

Deeper and deeper into sea,

Shallow as a kiss from morning dew?

Defining right or wrong,

Layers and layers of truths.



It just is.

~Ani Po