Architect of the Unseen
Seeing the simple as miraculous
Out of misery
tainted memories
painted by a myriad of familial
ancestral thoughts.
Accepting where we came from
choosing a forward step into what may be
unbeknownst to self
no sight of what may be.
Sitting quietly in ‘being’
allowing the greenest of meadows giving birth
the water of life
flows.
Breath of fresh air
wherever we step
out of fires,
we are born.
Into clear blue seas
bathing in purity for centuries to be
what was unseen
shall now be seen.
~Ani Po
Thank you Marilyn Glover and the whole Third Eye Gypsy for holding this sacred space.
The above poem, was a product of a monthly prompt by Diana C.
