Gazing at an Empty Canvas

Sitting,

Gazing,

At an empty Canvas.

Blank,

Untouched,

No thought becoming real.

Staring out,

Looking in,

A new world exists.

Dig deep,

Pulled from the wretches,

Sun awakens our spirit once again.

Swish,

Swipe,

Erased from existence.

Splash,

Splatter,

New reality thwarted upon our Canvas.

Our existence merely in a thought clung to for all eternity or released in acceptance of another truth. We are here by mere thought and by here we are creating continuously, creating parallel universes and alternate realities. Where do we want to go?

A black hole is said to be the absence of light, but could it be it is merely light not yet understood? Just as our shadow…is it the absence of light and love or just a misunderstanding of self and forgiveness of self, others…lighting a way and illuminating the black hole in one’s soul?

We are constantly creating realities. We could continue to create bleak understanding of reality or…can we sit quietly for a moment, dream of what it would be like without the black hole in our own heart, applying little by little new color, new light to the Canvas before us?

We are creators, we are a part of the great Creator…what will we create on this day?

Stepping into the Canvas overlooking a canyon of creation. Life oh so beautiful, so gracious and providing, much love and gratitude for your medicine of the day. I am but a humble servant, without full understanding. I give you my heart, so that it may spread among the Great Canvas of Life…Ani Po

A Thousand Lifetimes in a Single Breath

We can relive our past over and over, remaining in grip-hold of fear and anger or we can assert our own willingness to seek out the past, its triggers of present day and move on from a place of despair. Not easy and often painful, but may be just what is needed to paint a brighter day.

Our aloneness comes from a place of our willingness to stand facing our own self. As we sit with self, others unwillingness to face their own fear shines brighter as they scatter or lack the understanding of what we know as reality.

Is it their lack of compassion or merely we do not know how to vocalize what we seek to convey in this place in time? Are we over-analyzing this adventure? Or are we just unable to let go of our thoughts of yesterday?

It takes courage to sit quietly with a thousand lifetimes of reality, broken, broken by thoughts of others brazenness.

Our thoughts are created by self infliction and infliction of others and their lifetimes of realities. Until it is too painful to follow the ways of past realities. We sit, we stand…in our own courage to face the pain of self, of others, community and generations of pain. We take a breath.

Breathing in a lifetimes of pain, breathing out and letting it all go. In a single breath our story has changed. A story of ownership, courage and healing. We are the hurt, the infliction or projection onto others and we are the healed. Choosing to let go of a thousand lifetimes, we shift to a gentle brushstroke of peace within, love for all the lifetimes and understanding where we came from.

On a physical lifetime it is easy to trace where we came from. Mentally, it may take a bit of courage to recount, patience to relive and determination to get to the root cause of our reality. Spiritually, we are who are and we choose to let that shine from this day forward.

Stepping into the Canvas with a thousand lifetimes in a single breath. Clarity of what was, we step forward in what will be, choosing to be that which we most desire…