Oh the crackling of your kindled soul,

Breath of warmth…kisses my frontal lobe.

Crickets sound,

For silence and crackling more.

Bliss, boredom, monkey mind ebbs and flows.

Sit just once more, smile in gratitude for ‘all there is’ has returned.

Once void…filled to the rim.

Oh the crackling of your kindled soul,

Blowing back kisses in return.

Stepping into the Canvas in pure power. Sitting long enough, restoring a mighty fire burning within…ignited and power flows freely…cleansing everything in its wake…Ani Po