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.

In Gratitude

So grateful for those who have come,

Those who have gone…

And those who are on their way.

The lessons of old

And those not yet present in the day.

In gratitude, painting a brighter day…we are…Ani Po

Boredom

Traveling the world,

Seeing all that we can.

Still…

More to see.

But for a moment,

Thoughts of not knowing.

Embracing this moment,

Feeling a sense of something higher.

We quiet the self,

Connecting to higher.

Seeing nothing at this moment,

New galaxy emerges.

Stepping into the Canvas with no beginning or end, merely ever-present and ever-creating life that soothes our soul. For in this blissful moment or painful hour…we breathe…erasing boredom…painting a new canvas before us…Ani Po

Re-writing Our Story

Sitting quietly

The birth of a new day.

Giving thanks

Lessons before and those to come.

Darkness

All around us.

Looking toward the dawning of a new day.

With pen in hand

Ink begins to flow.

Remembering

Stories of old.

Honoring them.

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

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