The Canvas Remembers its Painter
Painted For All to See
There is a hush beneath creation, a soft turning of the unseen wheel — the moment when boredom becomes a doorway and silence becomes a summons.
I feel it now, this shift in the marrow of the day, a quiet ache for deeper waters, for conversations that do not skim the surface but plunge into the abyss where meaning stirs like a sleeping god.
Once, I wrote to invite others inward — deeper and deeper into the Canvas of Life, into the trembling edge where the Word first became form. And still, the intent remains unchanged, as faithful as breath returning to breath.
For truth is simple, as simple as its originating spark — the Word before language, the Canvas before color, the pulse before the heart remembers its beat.
We rewrite ourselves endlessly, painting new scenery upon the Canvas, letting perception decide whether this moment is a beginning or a bitter end or simply another doorway into the uncharted chambers of thought.
Gibberish or revelation, it matters little. All of it becomes ink for the one who dares to look inward.
See it.
Feel it.
Know it.
Let the Canvas speak in the tongue of your own remembering.
And so I whisper:
Oh Great Mystery, breath of my breath — instill in my heart all I have ever known. This day forward and the next, eyes of spirit insitu. ~Ani Po.
For today, I stand at a threshold — a turning point, a subtle unraveling of old conversations that no longer stir the soul. Small talk falls away like dry leaves, and I long for the marrow of things, for the Dance with Inspiration that lifts the veil and lets the Infinite breathe through us.
Gratitude rises like dawn — for those who read, who ponder, who let their inner workings step forward into the light. For those who join the Dance, who feel the rhythm beneath the ribs, who know the Canvas is alive and waiting.
Deep peace to the ones who journey. Deep peace to the ones who listen. Deep peace to the ones who dare to step deeper into All There Is.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
