Filled Again

Shot for the moon,

Sitting amongst stars.

Hanging with brother and sister,

Watching,

Observing,

Allowing.

Stepping in,

Stepping out,

No need to rush.

All will be as it was in the beginning,

Until the end.

Come sit with me,

Laugh with me,

Sing with me and dance with me…let us see.

Take my hand,

Hold me near.

Fly with me,

Embracing fear.

We shall be cracked open,

Emptied and hollowed.

Filled again,

With endless love.

A thousand voices,

A thousand more.

Talking and chatter,

Mastery of sorts.

Gratitude,

Joy,

Now we are in control.

Ha! More illusion…laughing all the more.

Forever emptied and hollowed,

Filled again.

~Ani Po

 

Life Comes to an End

How did we get here?

Birthed by a father-mother and inundated with a world of realities. We go on through life picking new realities, bits and pieces of other persons’ realities, making them our own.

Until one day it just doesn’t feel right. We ask…

What am I to do?

We contemplate life, existence and everything in between. Sitting quietly, taking stock in our own reality and seeing what works for us and what the world needs.

We choose, making different strokes to our canvas, creating a whole new reality. Now wiped clean, our reality emptied for creating what was meant to be. Like a reboot of a computer, our hard drive wiped clean and filled with new data.

Open to what may be, we open ourselves to new thoughts and messages from places not of physical but a place of non-existence. From this place of non-existence it becomes a new reality…it becomes who we are.

Now what?

Live. Live life according to who we are.

A new birth takes place. We are birthed from the stars and moon, the sky and multiple planetary alignments. We can now go anywhere in this world and anywhere in the cosmos, gaining access to infinitesimal knowledge on a grandeur scale.

We are here, we are present and we are accepting and understanding of all things, all people with no attachment to their realities or beliefs…but a deep respect for paths they choose for themselves. When they are ready to see, we will be there to guide them without attachment of any expected outcomes…they become.

As we are born, life comes to an end.

With our demise, we are born again.~Ani Po