Asked to intervene,
tertiary mediator to the physical — spiritual plains.
Removing the bondage,
tethered stitching of protective belief.
Guard against the hungry wolves,
drooling over — leftovers bequeathed by the window’s soul.
Protection against the legality of evildoers,
scratching another from spectrums broader.
It is done — write as the wing — left as it was.
Follow the smoke — find your way home.
We dance — singing to all past, present and future psalms.
Take our hand — into the unknown — forever yours,
back whence we came.
~Ani Po
Thank you for holding this sacred space at KTHT. Thank you Diana C., Spyder. and May More.
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.
This flesh is confined to limited thought — head-mind chiming in with a twisted view of worldly possessions and cyclical patterned behavior — after generational pulls on past traumatic endeavors. There is a knowing of something greater — heightened experiences glimpse into future realities while budding pings in scapular blades cutting through.
Angelic presence, always and in all ways, standing beside you during the buckled knees, paralyzing falls and the joyous of springing forth energetic expanding wholeness of all there is. Fluttering wings phantom-like feelings in the backside of reality — stepping forward in assuring potentiality.
Whose words are these? Mine? Uncertainty remains in mysterious knowing.
Metatron was channeling through — as before when simple humans step out of the way — matters not but allowance of being who we are meant to be. From dust to flesh — tainted thoughts to the purification of loves embracing wings — Arcadia returns in ever-present knowing — we are right where we ought to be.
Well done — passing through the valley of death — hourglass turning a new time present are we — forward in tightrope fashion of carrying a balance with dark and light in each hand. Winds abound — catching headwinds song carrying true — hovering in deeper observation of self and collective aggregate.
Only human — thoughts running away — in the mirror remains a divine being molded by clay and stardust breath of life. Nodding in perfect harmony — battlefields of mindless acts, the warmth of heaven’s kiss — dreaming of a new world, tell me true.
Dragon calls — clawing out a cold and hardened muscle, no longer beating a natural vibratory song. Transplanted heart of dragon — beating with greater intensity and singing songs from light-beings — star-people — healing self and others alike.
~ Ani Po
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.
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