Enter the familiar
Comfortable and similar
Day in
Day out
People passersby arguing with another
At work never really on level of the next
The Heart burns
We act without thought
Offended another
Heart means well
Ground is familiar
Yet feels foreign to the touch
Void
Burning desire
Dare to let go
Swept away by the sounds of eternal healing
We flow
We go
To places nobody knows
Listen
There is a calling
Heart tuning in
Sit with these chords
Translated by soul sensory knowingness
Mind, Body, Spirit
All in harmony as we go
Lost or wandering in awe
This is the Flow of Canvas.
~Ani Po
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