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

 

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

The Song of the Canvas

The song of the wind,
Blocked by fear.
The song of brother sun,
Blocked by anger.
The songs of rustling leaves,
Frozen in doubt.
Our furry four-legged friends
And feathers flocking to soothe my soul.
Letting go,
The Orchestra begins….
The song of the canvas soothes my soul.~Ani Po

Sacred Space

Finding oneself standing within sacred space.~Ani Po

What is sacred space? Can it be found in a building? Out in the forest? In a private room? The answer is yes. Sacred space does not exist in any one place but remains a state of mind. Seeing all as sacred, we enter holy ground.

Soon everything holy, everything a message from divine. Clarity in sight, sound and feeling remains of certainty. Holding space for self, community and global brotherhood, what was once a challenge, becomes a new norm.

Painted by divine, received by spirit…our Canvas of Life becomes the most sacred of spaces. Our Space…held with highest esteem remains for self…given freely at will.

Kissing the earth with every step…in peace and love…painting a new reality, new possibility for all humanity…

 

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.