I close my eyes to that which was seen,

Allowing truth to paint a different scene.

The world around me painted by misery,

Remains forever in harmonious melody.

That which was is not,

That which was not is.

Fear and anger have lost,

Only Love and Peace is droste.

Hopelessness and failures have gone,

No need to answer this…merely a yawn.

That which was is not,

That which was not is.

Whether beginning or end matters not,

Only here and now I aught.

Whether abundant or lack matters not,

Only Peace that which I fought.

That which was is not,

That which was not is.

Stepping into the Canvas with magic brush in hand, capable of painting any picture I wish. It is my choice to do this or that, be that or this…which will it be…the choice is up to me….Ani Po