Sitting, gathering pieces…

Scattered throughout the Canvas of Life.

What was broken and lost,

Sheds new mystery upon hearts of mystic.

A thousand scattered pieces,

Broken, variable in size.

Unable to think…

No thoughts of past or future.

Frozen…

In present moment of All There Is.

Oh to the stars blinking assurance,

Grandmother whom holds us close to her bosom.

Shadows, broken…

Blinded by old paradigms.

Sitting, gathering…

Medicinal winds of change.

Accepting, letting go…

Expanding into unknown.

What was unclear,

Clarity comes to be.

What was clear,

No longer a reality.

What was broken,

A Universal knowing of All There Is.

Broken or unbroken,

We Are Just…Ani Po