The Sacred within the Canvas

Every pebble,

Fish,

Birds of a feather,

Two-legged upright…

All are sacred.

 

Dandelion,

Mango,

Chicken,

Or sweet potato pie…

All are sacred.

 

Within the sacred stone,

Or flesh of another…

Remains medicine for the soul.

 

Within the sacred sky,

Or waters of the sea…

Remains medicine for the soul.

 

One roof,

One house,

One family…

All sharing a sacred Canvas.

 

Giving,

Receiving,

Sharing,

Breaking bread…

One roof, One House, One family…all sharing a Sacred Canvas.~Ani Po

 

See things as they are

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.~Anais Nin

Our level of understanding allows us to witness all things on individual basis. Whether we find beauty in the day or stuck on misery therefore of.

We may not agree with everyone but assuredly there are those at our level of understanding. Adjusting our view, allowing others to paint a brighter picture, we gain clarity to all things.

With loving eyes, we see the perfection in the impurities. With loving ears, we hear the sweetest of symphonies. With a loving heart…the Canvas remains as beauty shall be.

The End of a Chapter

Our willingness to begin anew starts by ending the chapter before.~Ani Po

From page to page, day to day…we are glued to the pages before us. Trapped in the pages, whether favored or not, joyful or heart-wrenching…we cannot see what lay ahead until we turn the page.

It is often easier to turn the pages when in pure enjoyment, as we scan the words upon the pages. Not-so-easy when pages bring sadness or more challenges in our being.

Just as in our favorite reading material shows when words do not align with our thoughts of the day…we simply put the book down…tabling our attention from disheartening portions of the day. When we are ready to begin again, we pick up where we left off or we skip the chapter in it’s entirety. It is our book…we can do whatever we want…

Finding Balance

Finding balance amidst chaos of our days.~Ani Po

Someone stopped me last week, asking if it was possible to find peace when chaos is all around. I did not give her any advice, but offered more questions to ponder. Do we have a choice to respond or how we feel during these situations? Can we merely observe…allowing chaos to continue whilst smiling at atrocities of such events? Can we find beauty in such events, for they remain apart of us and we in they?

In any given moment we can find ourselves at a tipping point: too much energy given to chaos…scale tips and balance is lost; too much energy to being a bright light…scale tips and balance is lost. Best to remain unmoved by such chaotic events, smiling and laughing as to it no longer having a strangle hold on our realities…

 

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

Knowing Our Family

We never really know the extent of family…until we are ‘with’ our family.~Ani Po

Not until we speak our truth do we know who they truly are. Freely speaking with loving heart, unattached to whether it is or not received. Speaking and taking note as if it is or it is not.

With a feeling or a sense of connection, we’d like to think we have made a deeper connection. Is it a deeper connection or merely feeling our deepest desires of such? It really does not matter…as long as truths are freely shared..

 

 

The Virus and the Cure

We are the virus and the cure.~Ani Po

Fear and anger exist in the mind, creating more distraught and disease. Accessing faith and love via the heart we come to a deeper understanding of being. Turning disease into ease.

The virus exists and so does the cure…where do we set our gaze? Removing our own masks, we allow our higher self and ingenuity to come forth. Problems become opportunities, chaos becomes sorted…breathing in uncertainty, breathing out with authority…

Stepping into the Canvas with brother sister raccoon. Removing masks of our own fears and disease, donning our own transformation and resourcefulness…allowing ease to present itself…