Holding the Line
While the world remains afire
Happy,
Blissful Canvas all around.
Saddened,
pain and suffering all around.
Block of self,
the outset of collective.
Shine,
so bright,
not even the darkest of
darkened souls can resist its light.
Those riddled in fear,
remain afire.
In time,
they will or will not,
reach for a hand.
Accept them,
resisting reaching for their grip.
Heartstrings tug,
harder than others,
those closest to our inner circle.
Cut them loose,
set them free.
Flexible,
when in time.
Remain,
just Be.
Share allegory,
metaphor,
parables of tangible breath.
Parallels of Flesh and Spirit,
flow shows the Way.
~Ani Po
Stepping into the Canvas, we are in flow. With the world testing our footing, knocking our inner doorways, we remain in sacred form. Holding space for a wave of greater peace, we are.
