The Song of the Canvas

The song of the wind,
Blocked by fear.
The song of brother sun,
Blocked by anger.
The songs of rustling leaves,
Frozen in doubt.
Our furry four-legged friends
And feathers flocking to soothe my soul.
Letting go,
The Orchestra begins….
The song of the canvas soothes my soul.~Ani Po

Knowing Our Family

We never really know the extent of family…until we are ‘with’ our family.~Ani Po

Not until we speak our truth do we know who they truly are. Freely speaking with loving heart, unattached to whether it is or not received. Speaking and taking note as if it is or it is not.

With a feeling or a sense of connection, we’d like to think we have made a deeper connection. Is it a deeper connection or merely feeling our deepest desires of such? It really does not matter…as long as truths are freely shared..