Free as a Bird
Singing to greet the morning’s tale
No longer bound to what is expected — spun to the rack — stretching of thoughts beyond recognition. We are centered — non-attached to clicks, likes and other social stigmatic plays.
Absent to the masses — like a ghost in a sacred mist — presenting heart-song for those in need. Snapping fingers, clicking heels — tooth pulling no longer true. Present are we.
Enters the Dragon — serpentine pulling of jaded past — slithering forward songs in expansive amusement. I Am. Believing in greater — songs of transforming truth — expansive ambiguity — heart embodied to All there Is.
Sing! Sing motherfucker, sing! That is what he said once before.
And so it was written.
~Ani Po
Thank you for holding this sacred space at KTHT. Thank you Diana C.and May More.
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.
