Singing Songs of Declaration
Embodying the storylines of all encountering souls
I called to the winds, asking, “What shall I write about? Shall I tell a story? Poetic or merely prose?”As the candle was lit, an alarm above me sounded.
Yet again, I shall walk into the darkness, bringing light to a darkened area.
Lighting a sacred flame — opening my heart’s pathway to inner knowing — passing through the pain and doubt, left unattended as I gathered stones from my daily walks. Pilgrim’s passerby’s — like leaving chemical trails on my soul — infusing their doubted knowing with my own.
Whose thoughts are these? Mine or neighboring souls? Matters not — as I dive into the suffering trails of existing thoughts. Wounds are exposing flesh — raw, vulnerable, questioning everything in site, acknowledging and accepting all voices of despair as my own.
With Tara’s Healing Incense burning — fleeting thoughts embracing a greater knowing of All There Is, welcoming all thoughts as my own.
Healing begins with knowing — existing beliefs and illusory thoughts transpiring aberration into a new normal, as the parables and allegories present — leaving others to challenge or discard these new frequencies — energetic realities short-circuiting the normally scheduled programming.
Time
Over time — infused thought unknown becoming known — I witness a shift in those no longer waiting for the second coming. It is here — the now — assuredly Stepping Into The Canvas — uncertainty and aberration embodied truths unfolding.
I plead with the suffering — make it stop! But the pain continues.
Accepting the pain-bodies message clear — learning the songs of ancient healing true — integrating past, present and future tense messages. Deep, from the valleys of death — throat-singing begins — infused with a bi-tonal sound not yet heard on this physical plain.
From the depths of the underworld’s lost souls — capturing the hearts of angelic songs — our story of generational, collective healing cries is told. Left for interpretation — on the page of another’s heart — I smile in great delight, for this is why I am here.
From I to we — as in third person form* — embodying the storylines of all encountering souls. Singing songs of declaration — Ani Po — Oljita is I, and we are the All — I am healed*.
~Ani Po
Labeling this as fiction, but “it happened to me,” believe it or not embodying message left for interpretation, with a twist of poetic prose. Entering a healing space, filled with darkness, leaving me drained and in need of recharge for three days time.
When asked why do I go there, I reply “because not many are willing to enter the underworlds of reality and I am honored to go to the depths — bringing light to our darkest areas of thought.
*From I to we, with asterisk in place, depicting self as a greater body of being. Oljita is a name of the person I become, when entering other realms of reality. Oljita and I, fused as one, declaring Ani Po for all to be.
Infinite gratitude Marilyn Glover and the whole Third Eye Gypsy family, for holding this sacred space.
New prompt category and writing contest:
Tagging a few storytellers who always raise the bar of thought. I do hope Frank Ontario | empathy, logic, love., Anthi Psomiadou and Ravyne Hawke care to join in.
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.
