Broken

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.

Frozen…

In present moment of All There Is.

Oh to the stars blinking assurance,

Grandmother whom holds us close to her bosom.

Shadows, broken…

Blinded by old paradigms.

Sitting, gathering…

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

 

With Deepest Gratitude

It is with deepest gratitude we share in a dance with inspiration.

In the now or what might be.

Sharing a word, a song, a dance.

For those who have come and those on their way.

Those who share and like, Love and engage.

Stepping in the present, stepping without dimension.

What may be…it shall be so.

For in the now our steps lead us into the tomorrows.

It is with deepest gratitude we share in a dance with inspiration.~Ani Po

with deepest gratitude