Vanished into the Cosmos

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

 

Who Am I?

We seek to find that which we already know. A world inside us waiting to be born. We are not what ‘They’ tell us we are but who we’ve always been.

And the day shall come when we stand for who and what we believe to be our truth, stepping forward into a world designed by Creator itself. Collaboratively we walk into the sunset, awaiting each new day.

For it is on this day we declare…I am here…

Each New Opportunity

In gratitude, greeting each new opportunity.-Ani Po

For in this moment we submerge ourselves in gratitude. Giving thanks, asking for forgiveness, sending love into the Cosmos. We are grateful for ‘All there Is.’

Each new step, each new day…we are presented with a golden opportunity to shine. Dust off, buckle up…enjoy the ride!

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