Flying Home

Submersed in realities unfamiliar to self, we gain new perspectives of self reality. Different from self, region and grandeur, finding common themes.

What was once weakness, defragmented into altered realities, entering a state of global awareness. Good versus bad, virus versus cure. What has become a virus of mind, body or spirit, transmutes to cure for self and Greater Whole.

In flesh, we are inflicted with pain translating into maladies of thought bodies. With allergic-like response repelling against new realities, manifesting into skin irritations, pains in heart, confusion of mind.

Entering consciousness of body, feeling various beliefs coagulating with previous understanding of self and community. Manipulated by community and intrinsic belief, we return to a place of choice.

Choosing to remain in past belief or accepting future thought of something greater: Remaining in past, we succumb to pain and suffering; Acknowledging present virus or new reality as self, transmuting virus into cure.

From virus to cure we are made whole. Though process appear simplistic or complicated through thought bodies, there remains a choice. Remain frozen in time, stuck in thick of things or Painting a New Reality within The Great Canvas.

Accepting coagulation or turmoil within, flushing out old paradigms while shifting into new realities. Transmutation of self comes with a price: burden of past whilst holding onto weight of the past; energy exchange of past for future currency whilst allowing freedom of thought to escort us freely about the Canvas of Life.

The Canvas of Life paints no right and no wrong. Merely black and white or iridescent multi-colored Canvas of Self. Transmuting realities, translating to self, healing familial, communal and global understandings.

Outwardly gazed, we remain seeking for answers. Inwardly return, we are returning home. Inwardly return, we are Flying Home.

~Ani Po

The Way the Cookie Crumbles

Oh the deliciousness

Of your sweet makings.

Nourishing thought

Sweet intentions.

Compiled as whole

Circular or imperfect form.

Great fall

Upon us.

Broken

Into thousand of pieces.

Scattered across the floor,

Tears of heartache.

Gather the pieces

Enjoy it still.

Study makings of

Create a delightful recipe of own.

From the brokenness of another

Made whole once more.

Oh the deliciousness

Of our sweet makings.

Nourishing thought

Sweet intentions.

Compiled as whole

Circular or imperfect form.

The Way the Cookie Crumbles.

~Ani Po