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

 

 

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

Everything Exists in Our Minds

Everything exists because of a made up reality.~Ani Po

We could sit and ponder this topic or we could arguably deny or accept it. All things came from a source of reality, whether small or large scale…all things came from somewhere. Where did they come from?

The planets exist because someone observed them. The trees and air we breathe exist only because we are taught to believe in them. Similarly…all structures, dogmas, governing bodies…they all exist because someone had the vision to make them so.

So what about our days? Are they real? Sure they are. How we see them is yet another doorway to our own interpretation of reality. What is real today…may very well be different tomorrow. Today we fight passionately for a cause…only to give up or lose faith in the cause.  So then what? What and/or how do we dream a new reality?

Just Be. Just allow. Just Love the dreamer within and dreams that follow. Mirror the inner self outward into the world, creating a brighter or dimmer place…depending on other varying realities and beliefs.

Or…give up worrying what others believe, approval of others, and what their reality is for that place in time. For time and space are merely dreams of a reality…whether we choose to play along…that is another idea who’s idea may come to or not at all.

 

Pruning our Tree of Life

Constant pruning of our own tree of life.~Ani Po

Deep within our souls there is a yearning for peace. We seek and we find. On the material level we fall short of true peace within, for it lasts merely a second or so. Going deeper, needing less and less of the material world, plucking and pruning that which is no longer useful in our quest for happiness.

Grab some shears, yard waste bag…maybe it is time for clearing of our space. Is it a friendship that has come to an end, a situation revealing untruths, or merely our own fear challenged to move forward?

Stepping into the Canvas with shears and pruning gloves in hand. As we pluck and prune the tree of life, we begin appreciating not only the tree, but the ground it rests upon, the others whom come to sit with it and the breath of fresh new air.

This is Our Love, This is Our Home

Starting at level of self…sending Love.

Expanding this love…feeling this love.

Encompassing our home, our business of the days and the steps throughout the same.

Expanding this love…feeling this love.

Enlarging our dwelling place into community and thereon.

This is our love, our home…expanding this love, feeling this love…Ani Po

The Dance of Dusk to Dawn

Buzz, Buzz…kissing the reds and the yellows.

Buzz, Buzz…sharing the sweetness as we go.

Chirp, Chirp…singing for all to hear.

Chirp, Chirp…healing, allowing others to cheer.

Wisp, Wisp…fluttering passed my soul.

Whisp, Whisp…dancing from one heart to foal.

Blink, Blink…and it is gone.

Blink, Blink…the dance from dusk to dawn…Ani Po

Painting a Beautiful Picture Upon the Canvas

Holding space,

Holding my own.

Sharing in Peace,

Sharing in Love.

Singing, Dancing,

And everything in between.

Flying higher,

Soaring…we are aware.

Stepping into the Canvas with new perspective, new thoughts, we just are. Holding our own, holding space for all whom we encounter. Sharing in a laugh, a song, joyous conversation…we are painting a beautiful picture upon the Canvas…Ani Po