I had a thought,
Then I had no thought.
There was a feeling within a feeling.
Observing the observer.
Waves of thoughts,
To and fro.
Coming and going,
Allowing and observing.
Stepping into the Canvas as open as could be…free of thoughts, free of boundaries. Observing thoughts within the thoughts, emotions within the emotions….feeling the feeling within the feeling…then letting it all go. At the center of the universe there is a thought and it is without void…Ani Po
The dreamer shall fuse night with day and day with night.~Ani Po
It has been brought to my attention that it is not necessary to know when or where we shall dream, as long as we shall dream. My response was just this, as my days are no longer of light and my nights are no longer of dark…they are left for an imagination of things to exist.
Confused as to which reality is true,seeing only one as truth. It is thought, our own ‘knowing’ of things, our reality becomes true. Connected with taught belief or connected with a deeper knowing of things? That is for the pilgrim’s journey to find. From Pilgrim to Hero in a single thought. From out to in, from I to We…
Sitting all alone,
With nobody to call me dear.
With nobody to hold me dear.
There is a breath that comes from afar.
Like wind carrying thoughts of love to inner dimensions.
Something shifts my attention.
A lonely bird,
Pecking at the bark.
I wonder if she has these thoughts,
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,
Expanding thoughts of self to a greater whole,
I am no longer alone…Ani Po
Our reality of truth remains sacred;
Our own thoughts and beliefs.
Changing every minute,
Adapting as quickly as possible.
We are ever-changing in an ever-changing world,
Learning, growing, doing and non-doing.
So precious is the time,
Blink and it is gone.
So lasting is the present,
Centered and being.
Alternative or real,
It is our own.
Our reality of Truth,
Resides in the confines of our belief.
This is a concept I do not understand, but apparently there is an abundance of alternate news happening in the world. What is alternative news? Alternate news is anything but the real news? What is real?
Apparently real news is required to having a major network such as CNN or Fox, while alternative news is anything other…such as Facebook, Twitter or Huffington post.
What if they are all alternative? What if all news coverage is altered? Just because something happens to one, does it mean it is truth to another? If I do not receive the news, am I living a fairy-tale or in fantasy-land? I do not know the answers to these questions, but can tell our realities may be different while remaining the same.
How can they be different or the same? Though we live in alternative realities, we remain on course for similar outcomes. The inevitable shall claim everyone of us, but we remain in turmoil as to how we are going to get there. No matter our paths, our paths are shared with those around us and so on…and so on…and so on. We are all having different experiences. But why do we see things so differently?
We see things differently because of fear of trying something new, thinking outside the box, believing in something other than what we were taught. The Universe laughs with me, as we enjoy varying beliefs which causes more suffering.
Life is too short to take so serious. Laugh more and lighten up…for goodness sakes! Someone has a different viewpoint? What do we do now? We are left with a choice once again.
Stepping into the Canvas creating my own reality, creating my own news. The world does not exist outside my periphery and the world continues to grow within these walls of my reality. My reality, my news…I am the editor and chief, re-writing my own…one step at a time…Ani Po