Divine Dichotomy of Self

We sit,

With our own unanswered questions.

Seeking,

Never to find,

Or conclude as we see fit.

With every answer,

Comes an opposing thought.

Divinely perfect,

As it is supposed to be.

Death and destruction,

Birth and constructs of our being.

It is,

Is it.

We see fit,

To our own curiosities.

Fighting amongst others,

Fighting amongst self.

Wrestling with self,

Own thoughts consuming or creating.

It is,

Is it.

We are,

Just Being.

~Ani Po

 

So Many Questions Within the Canvas

What is one thing we need to do?

Nothing

What about self?

Own it

What do we own?

Nothing

Who are we?

Divine beings

Divine beings of what?

All there is

What about all the despair in the world?

Divine dichotomies

Why some many questions then?

Curiosity

What to do then?

Feed our desires and own curiosity

What of the consequences?

Illusion

How is it an illusion?

Everything is as it is supposed to be

How so?

Ebb and flow like the tides, worlds are created…new galaxies formed everyday…we need only…be.

Own it. Just Be…Ani Po

 

 

Not worthy

I am not worthy of the hand given to me.

Bowing in shame, I rest my gaze in the shadows of my own filth.

Limited is my understanding to all there is.

Falling to my knees, crying out for to hear.

My breath, my being.

Giving thanks for moon resting by day.

Forgive my thoughts, my actions.

I love the sky which comforts me.

My brothers and sisters who wait for me to return.

Gathering wind beneath my wings I join them once again.

Soaring to highest of heights, kissing the stars far from understanding.

I am worthy…breathing out…ready to extend my hand…Ani Po

Creating a New Canvas

Gazing upon a single star,

Honing our sight to what may be.

Neither seeking nor complacent,

Merely knowing the infinite.

Quietly,

Gazing,

Deeper,

Into the unknown.

Breathing,

Giving life to another galaxy.

What was,

Is no more.

What will be,

A single breath.

Looking deeply into a single star,

Creating a New Canvas…Ani Po

 

 

The Sacred within the Canvas

Every pebble,

Fish,

Birds of a feather,

Two-legged upright…

All are sacred.

 

Dandelion,

Mango,

Chicken,

Or sweet potato pie…

All are sacred.

 

Within the sacred stone,

Or flesh of another…

Remains medicine for the soul.

 

Within the sacred sky,

Or waters of the sea…

Remains medicine for the soul.

 

One roof,

One house,

One family…

All sharing a sacred Canvas.

 

Giving,

Receiving,

Sharing,

Breaking bread…

One roof, One House, One family…all sharing a Sacred Canvas.~Ani Po

 

Dreams Colliding within the Canvas

Sitting quietly, witnessing songs and dreams colliding within the canvas.~Ani Po
Our realities remain our own and others the same. Collaborating or colliding, realities intertwining…to create a masterpiece of sorts. Resisting or embracing realities, we define our own…on a grandeur level. Deeper understanding of songs, the dreams of self and those around us…we paint a beautiful storyline to call our own…

See things as they are

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.~Anais Nin

Our level of understanding allows us to witness all things on individual basis. Whether we find beauty in the day or stuck on misery therefore of.

We may not agree with everyone but assuredly there are those at our level of understanding. Adjusting our view, allowing others to paint a brighter picture, we gain clarity to all things.

With loving eyes, we see the perfection in the impurities. With loving ears, we hear the sweetest of symphonies. With a loving heart…the Canvas remains as beauty shall be.