Stepping into the Canvas is about taking the first steps into the Canvas of Life. It is said that God is the creator and nature is His Canvas. In a world of technologies, distractions and light-speed evolution, we are left to remain in the dark. Truth is laid before us, falsely, by our collective whole. You are invited to step out of the ordinary and into the extraordinary. We are not meant to be suppressed and controlled, fearful and miserable, alone and scared, hateful and destructive. No, instead we are meant to be free. Free to Love unconditionally, creating the life we were meant to enjoy. Instead of divide and conquer, we shall come together as one.
My intent is to share my thoughts in this blog, so that it provokes others into a self-discovery of themselves. While I have found happiness in my life, my hopes are to charge my viewers to see a different side to their current situation. It is said there is a spiritual solution to every opportunity, why not give it a try.
I am a Father, Husband, Friend and Brother, a Healer, a Teacher, and a Student. Enjoy studying energy works, self-realization, Love in Action, and just the nuts and bolts of how things tick. Please feel free to look around and Share away!
Much Love to you and Peace Profound...Joseph
Another passing season
Changing winds
Frigid
Entryway to a darkened soul
Gratitude for Light
Illuminating thought
Change reality
Nearby torch
Fanning Canvas’ flames
Alone and afraid
Brightened day authenticity
Forward into the cold, darkened night
Emerging flame
Eternal warmth.
~Ani Po
Choosing to sit with Miss Lonesome or Mister Befriended — All There Is — answers residing in the mysteries of our minds.
Pausing to sit in the pouring rains, tin-tapping sounds on the covered roof to back porch meditation — transforming misery into a good day.
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.
Centuries passing — winds whispered change
calling out our names — unspoken secrets
passing torches — scorching kiss
with friends of the night — gone forever
so it seems.
Catching breath — sitting still
nothingness — present moment echoing song
chilling fall tales return
imaginary acquaintance lurking about.
Preparing with the rising sun
retiring at descending moon
echoed true by one who’s wise.
Strigidae, Tytonidae
familiar sounds.
The Hooters Return.
~ Ani Po
Free as the birds frantically flaunting about — darkened — putting to rest during night’s healing of the lunatic owl, loop pedal activated.
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.
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