Comfort Me, Oh My Beloved

Cuddle me…comfort me, oh my beloved.

I feel what you feel,

Hear your cries.

Prayers have been lifted,

Answered in due timing.

Give thanks for each new day,

Blessing Mother with each step.

Step with grace,

Step with care.

Do nothing,

Or light the world on fire.

Ebb and flow,

From West to East and East to West.

Climbing the highest of mountains,

Resting in a peaceful cave.

Cuddle me…comfort me, oh my beloved.-Ani Po


Born Again

Born again to this new day.-Ani Po

Whether the morning to afternoon of our lives, closing to a new beginning of the day, we have an opportunity to see with new perspective. Seeing things as real and taking at face value or tweaking reality to something serving our higher desires.

Giving thanks for yet another day, greeting the sun as it rises to a new day. We give thanks. Forgiving those around us, wrongs we have done and sending love back in return.

Stepping into the Canvas with love and gratitude in our hearts. Whatever the world gives birth to in our days, give thanks for an opportunity to love whatever presents itself. Whether fear, anger or lack…we give thanks for sadness, shedding light on a dismal day. Breathing in ‘All there Is’…returning Love to the universe…

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.

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 Mysteries of the Nighttime Skies

Look to me, Wish upon me.

Our deepest secrets exist among our relations.

Sit quietly, get lost in our arms.

Letting it all drift into the night, breathe deeply as we renew reality.

Forever changing…blink…gone.

This moment…is only existence of our ever-presented love.

Think not about yesterday, gaze not into the future.

This moment holds the key, unlock its gentle kisses upon the universe.

For our people are your people, learn and grow with them.

It is ‘I’ who speaks, but ‘WE’ that listens.

For in the stars…gazing in its mystery…our story unfolds.

Night into day, year after year.

Stepping into the Canvas painting mysteries of nighttime skies. Losing ourselves in the stars, finding similarity within our days…Ani Po

 

Be in the Present

Be present even when everyone is somewhere else.~Ani Po

Non-attached to past or future, we remain in the present moment. The world around us, however, remains dwelling on the past or fearing what may or may not come. How to remain in the present when the world projects around us?

Bringing up their past, we are caught in the crossfire of fear…remain in the present.

Anxious for their future, we are caught in the fear of what may come…remain in the present.

Listening to another go on and on about the pains of past or worries of future, remaining present. In remaining present we open a portal for healing.

Stepping into the Canvas being present every step. In this moment we shall spread Love and Peace. See the beauty of the day, witness the varying colors…remain in the present…their reality is not your own…