In telling this story to friend, I not only connected with him…but I reconnected with my brother and in a way connected with his brother.
The Caverns of our soul.
Our deepest fears.
Allowing light to shine.
Be with them
Serving their purpose.
Bring to surface of great canvas.
Let them go
Allowing them to find their place within Canvas.
Gaze deeply into the Caverns of the soul…for our greatest allies are waiting.~Ani Po
The birth of a new day.
Lessons before and those to come.
All around us.
Looking toward the dawning of a new day.
With pen in hand
Ink begins to flow.
Stories of old.
We move forward
Light begins to fill the sky.
Pausing for a moment
Embracing the solitude.
Setting out to re-write our story.
Stepping into the Canvas with a higher knowing. We embrace all there was and all that will be. Remaining in the moment, breathing into life, we begin…re-writing our Story…Ani Po
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…
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
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.