Becoming the Canvas

Layer by Layer,

Peeling back more and more.

Past to present,

Unseen to seen.

Darkened past,

Brighter future.

Raw,

Inquisitor self.

Stepping through,

Shadow of self.

Left unknown.

Uncertain of what may be,

Trusting what is.

Stepping forth into unknown,

Raw and vulnerable as could be.

Through a darkened forest of self,

At edge of what may be.

Light,

Glistening at world’s end.

Preparedness,

Willingness,

Eagerness,

Stepping into Light of possibilities.

Rawness,

Vulnerability,

We are.

Pureness,

Luminous,

New vibration of sorts.

Lighter,

Stepping into realms as needed basis.

Traveled through shadow of doubts,

Arriving authentically as we are.

Once the Canvas to step,

Becoming the Canvas itself,

We are.

~Ani Po

Shallow is my Soul

Think not deeply,

Shallow is my soul.

See not,

For I shall go to the depths of the sea.

As in the lore,

Little muskrat traveling to underworlds.

Depths of creation,

Supplanted on the thirteen.

Perch,

Morning dove.

Recounting the thirteen.

Think not Deeply,

Shallow is my Soul.

~Ani Po