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.
Sitting, gathering pieces…
Scattered throughout the Canvas of Life.
What was broken and lost,
Sheds new mystery upon hearts of mystic.
A thousand scattered pieces,
Broken, variable in size.
Unable to think…
No thoughts of past or future.
In present moment of All There Is.
Oh to the stars blinking assurance,
Grandmother whom holds us close to her bosom.
Blinded by old paradigms.
Medicinal winds of change.
Accepting, letting go…
Expanding into unknown.
What was unclear,
Clarity comes to be.
What was clear,
No longer a reality.
What was broken,
A Universal knowing of All There Is.
Broken or unbroken,
We Are Just…Ani Po
Going with the flow…riding the waves…Ani Po
We paddle out to meet our first wave
Only to be dumped into a sea of despair.
With hope we begin paddling to great the next,
Only to be slammed into an ocean of fear.
Determined and glimmer we set out again,
Attentive, breathing, steady…allowing…we ascend.
Down we go.
Broken and thoughts of giving up,
The wind gathers our strength lifting us to new heights.
No thoughts, no emotions just pure determination,
We catch the ultimate wave.
What a rush, we are going with the flow…
Down we go.
Go again…we ride into shore.
Go again…down we go.
Like the roller coaster there are waves to be ridden and there are waves to learn from. We can ignore them, accept them or merely learn from them. Our on the horizon another wave awaits, what do we do? Stand on the shores or go out to great it?
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.
I sat and contemplated personal safety during a recent ceremony of sorts. Observing the obvious pain and suffering being dealt with, there was also an angelic presence in the room. Seeing the yearning of wanting to lend a hand to those in need and allowing thoughts to just dissipate.
Returning to space…I gaze out again, noticing safety of those closest to me. With love emanating and joyous returns in energetic feelings.
Again…letting go of a yearning to fill an emptiness within my current space…I break into silent laughter. Knowing and understanding how things can come together and how others can send mixed signals, I crawl into my cave of understanding and un-understanding…letting it all go.
So, the feelings of wanting to help another disappears for a moment, as to allow processing of their own. And the feelings of wanting to cuddle in the arms of pure love and joy…this too allowed to be present…only to disappear…
Then there is another wandering thought…how can this be? Why do others act upon the feelings that exist at all? Is it our yearning to be whole? Can we not see that we are whole?
Last weekend I shared space with so many emotions…all of them beautiful as could be: pain, fear, anger, joy, love and bliss…then they all vanished into the cosmos…Ani Po