Caught between realities,
Knowing and unknowing.
What was real,
No longer.
Letting go of what was,
Accepting what is.
Old Canvas admired,
With no attachment.
New Canvas presents,
Still no attachment.
Present I am,
Here and now.
Singing to the trees,
Playing a song from the universe.
~Ani Po
Entering shadow of doubt coming to a place of willingness to see flicker of hope. A light of sorts, a new canvas which carries a new tune of sorts.
Feel the feeling, a new song emerge. Entering shadows of fear, hope flickering in the distance. Entering heart in pure energy, healing all we desire.
Sing to decayed leaves once buried beneath the snow. Sing to birds returning from whence they came. Sing to the New Day, a New Canvas to explore….
~Ani Po
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