Nothing More to be Written
Into Voided Presence
Life coming to a halt — three-year-old pleading with daddy — are you happy? Levy breaks — flooding plains of all existence — nowhere to turn but inward gaze — letting go — allowing the flow.
Seeker pursuing — answers to all things — stroking ego’s stronghold — protecting self falsely and relentlessly. End of the line — nowhere to turn but inward gaze — letting go — allowing the flow.
A million thoughts all at once — collective knowing — in your face and heels digging into the sand. Time running out — endless and incessant — nowhere to turn but inward gaze — letting go — allowing the flow.
Fighting on the streets — worldwide pandemic — self, ripping at the seams while collective misery tooting their horns. Present be are we — observing translation lost among peer to peer — nowhere to turn but inward gaze — letting go — allowing the flow.
Caught in the moment — losing our thoughts — dissociation from broken wings. Nothing more to be written — nowhere to turn but inward gaze — letting go — allowing the flow.
Into the voided thought — nothing and everything giving birth in a single breath — annihilation and construct colliding. Sitting atop a lonely star — breathing life into new galaxies — nowhere to turn but inward gaze — letting go — allowing the flow.
Nothing more to be written — all has been spoken before — speechless the return. Awestruck by nature’s embrace — nowhere to turn but inward gaze — letting go — allowing the flow.
~ Ani Po
Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, Samantha Lazar, Wry Welwood, Paroma Sen, and the Scrittura family for sharing this dance.
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.
