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

 

 

Expanding Space in Peace and Love

Stepping out today, expanding space in peace and love.~Ani Po
Giving thanks for a new day. The sun rises to great the day, birds sing a melodious song…not because they have to, but because they just are. Similarly we look for reasons why we should or should not, instead of just being in the moment our heart calls us to be in.
Greeting the new day with a new perspective. Seeing the day as already perfect as it should be, we set foot into a new paradigm of just being. Being at peace, at ease, in love with all there is.

Setting Intention, Painting a New Canvas

We journey inward to self, unleashing hidden fears or hidden strengths. Setting our intentions of self, we set intention for the global canvas of life. As our reality changes so to our world around us changes. As we heal, the world heals.

Holding our own, we are holding space for the greater cosmos. Focusing our intent on clearing our space, we allow healing to take place. As healing within our own space commence, healing and a grandeur plain takes place. At level of self we heal the world.

It is through our own intentions that we share light of hope. In the flicker of hope, others may light from this…passing it onto another. It is said we stand in front of 10,000 possibilities. Meaning for every change we make, there are 10,000 people behind us that are effected.  If this is so, what do we intend on doing for self?

Stepping into the Canvas setting Intention. In setting intention, painting a new canvas…a new reality. A thousand realities merge into a single reality of our own.

Ani Po

Healing Self, Healing the World

As we step into the canvas of self, we paint a brighter picture for the world.~Ani Po

It is not our job to fix the world for it does not need fixing. What the world needs is work at the level of self. Healing self, Healing the world.

Through our inward journey of self-realization, we come to a conclusion that the world is as perfect as it is going to get. How we see it will change and how we feel will surely change. It is through self discovery and self-care we find happiness in any given moment. No matter the circumstance, we will find peace and happiness.

As we learn and grow at level of self, the world around us shifts. The world does not need help in fixing itself, but may require more awareness of others. Maintaining self, we learn to extend the same courtesy to mother earth.

We shift, the world shifts. We heal, the world heals. The world around us is merely an extension of self. As we step into the canvas we are stepping into awareness of self and the world around us.

Sifting Through the Rubble

Sifting through the rubble, discovering hidden gems.~Ani Po
Imagine walking along the shores of an ocean or favorite lake. Setting out to merely get away, escaping monotony of our day. It may take a few minutes to reach the desired location or it may have taken longer to get to our favorite spot. Nevertheless, upon arrival, something happens…a sort of overwhelming peace begins taking hold of thoughts and memories of the day.
Losing ourselves to thoughtless thought, we begin our search for that ‘right’ stone or something of rare beauty. In this moment we are caught sifting through pebbles upon the shores. Admiring the beauty and individuality of each stone, there still remains desire for a continued search of hidden treasure.
There are pointy stones and smooth ones, elongated and rounded, flat and oddly shaped…all of them unique to their own self. With each stone noticed, their beauty begins to rise over entirety of the lot. Each one more beautiful then the rest, whether sharp or polished from the sea bed floors. With every tide there remains further potentiality of more polishing of a beautiful gem, finding it even more of a treasure. What was once dull or jagged, is now smooth and polished.
Literally sitting on the shore sifting through rubble, discovering hidden gems of Sea glass and/or polished gemstones or inwardly sifting through personal rubbish, finding hidden treasures within. We can find beauty within the Canvas of Life or we can find our own beauty within the canvas of life. As we seek outwardly, looking inwardly…reflecting on many examples within the Canvas of Life.
Seeing the hidden beauty of each stone that surfaces, reflecting back at our own hidden beauty of self. Through outward evaluation or inner gaze…we come to similar conclusions…we are that hidden gem.

Gentle Kisses

Just as the gentle kisses rain upon my forehead,

The day kisses me with happiness.

To be drowned in worry,

Remaining cold and wet.

To smile in delight,

Dancing in its warm embrace.

Just as the gentle kisses rain upon my forehead,

It is returned…giving thanks for a delightful reminder.

~Ani Po

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A Place of No Names

There is a place of no names

No Faces

No Segregation

No Labels.

There are no pens to write

No brushes to paint

No Canvas to create.

A place of darkness

A place without void or form.

Not for the faint-hearted

For there is nothing.

No quad shot four pump venti lattes

No…just nothing.

No music

No Sound

No…just nothing.

For there is a thought which emerges, allowing a reality to exist.

A thought which fuels a whole cosmos into form.

It is this place of knowing the center is within us and possibilities endless.

Within our darkness, we retreat to a brighter place.

Beginning with a spark…exploding to a raging fire.

Let it be so.

Stepping into the Canvas with no thoughts…but one. An idea or thought that meets at a level of the heart. Through gratitude and joy, intention and action…we emerge in an eternal bliss of happiness. How can it begin with a single thought? Where do you think it all began?

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