Stepping into Self-Realization
Coming to know the self as a collective whole
Boom! Goes the epiphanies — unanswered dreams coming true — like a flash in the night — clear as day sight given to thee. Standing on end — hairs peaking resonance — divine presence gifted and pressing through.
Long time waiting — mere seconds though it seems — as the darkened skies brighten their gaze, wistful whispers transmuted into joyful song. Heart ripped open — scars tenuous evaporation to whence it came — mocking birds melodies sounding.
The curse of two-sightedness — both sides of the same coin — flipped every morning with hopes of landing in favor. It so — written a thousand times before — inward journey with gifted returns.
We talk about it — even write a perceptual thought — giving no attachment to yay or nay. Simply put — stepping into new realities — stepping into self.
Stepping into the Canvas — stepping into self — all sacred becoming. The mysteries of yesterday and foretold by dogmatic disbelief — gone with the wistful whispers. Joyful song — I becoming we, self unto thee.
~ Ani Po
