Deep Gratitude

Dancing with inspiration, we inspire and become inspired.~Ani Po

Deepest gratitude for those whom arrived and those who are on their way. For the likes and shares, comments and syncrosensationals…more thanks.

As we inspire we are inspired, love we are loved…share and the world shares in gratitude. For it is through self our world changes; through self our perception or reality forever altered.

May your day be seen through a different lens…that of love…

Laughing at Our Own Canvas

Laughing at our own canvas…sacred space unravels.~Ani Po

Our own non-attachment to how we think or feel any given moment should be, allowing reality to co-create effortlessly through present moment, gives birth to syncrosensational.

Witnessing, sharing in experiences, giving freely of ourselves…adjoining physical and spiritual…until the Canvas of Life is a mirrors thought and action.

What we thought real remains a mystery, what was mystery now truth be told. So rigid we were in a belief having no boundaries. Shattering these boundaries…laughing once more…

 

Sacred Space

Finding oneself standing within sacred space.~Ani Po

What is sacred space? Can it be found in a building? Out in the forest? In a private room? The answer is yes. Sacred space does not exist in any one place but remains a state of mind. Seeing all as sacred, we enter holy ground.

Soon everything holy, everything a message from divine. Clarity in sight, sound and feeling remains of certainty. Holding space for self, community and global brotherhood, what was once a challenge, becomes a new norm.

Painted by divine, received by spirit…our Canvas of Life becomes the most sacred of spaces. Our Space…held with highest esteem remains for self…given freely at will.

Kissing the earth with every step…in peace and love…painting a new reality, new possibility for all humanity…

 

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….

The Broken Wings of Life

The broken wings of life.

We cannot fly without two wings. Wings representing past and present.

If a broken wing of past exists, we fly counter-clockwise or counter productive fashion…circling and spiraling into our own pain. While important to feel pain it is equally important to keep flight.

Likewise if wings of future are broken we spin aimlessly in a clockwise fashion…circling without any direction.

Moving forward with continuous reflection on past and present, keeping a forward momentum.

Ani Po

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