People
things
coming and going,
past and present future.
Thoughts
enter
passerby.
Puff
cleared
breathe…
…We Sing Again.
We are healed,
We are Whole,
We are Holy,
We are One.
I am you,
You are Me,
We are Thee,
Three in One.
~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.
Engaging with the engaged — supporting words of wisdom foretold by everyday — heroes penning truths hidden for centuries, only to be unearthed by subconscious mindless acts of sharing an inner intelligence. Time clicked forward-backward, recalling that moment the mountains stood before my gate.
Spinning of words reversal — loop pedal activated — prompting words to surface from depths of buried memories sacred telling of another day. Farther away — recorded traumatic fading of death’s door knocking — arriving at the author’s knowing time has stood still, thwarted forward at speeds of sound and never existed but in one’s mind.
My offering today, within this great Canvas of it all — deep contemplation, inviting another’s travel to the road less traveled. Inward gaze, acceptance of outer rings on Saturn’s rim — a heartfelt attempt at painting a brighter picture.
Where I stand — solid ground or space filled atmospheric looming of shadowy doubts — dancing with inspiration, sharing a hand of another — inspired to sing and dance till the end of days. Called antecedently by the ancients hiding in cavernous ways — stepping into the canvas with a mountain in my gaze.
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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