A Thousand Ion of Realities

It is spoken

It is observed

It must be true.

Just recitation bringing forth a thousand ions of realities.

Another speaks

Their reality giving birth.

Clashing realities of similarity

Opposite media within the Canvas.



Observing all there is.

~Ani Po


Preparing the Canvas

Surrounded by clutter,

Weathered by thought.

Misty or cloudy day,

Afraid to step out.

There in the center of it all,

A blank Canvas.

Weathered or Illuminating,

It remains.

Sight or sound,

Felt or knowing.

We step,

We purge,

We prep for a new scenery of sorts.

~Ani Po