Thousands of text, writings on a page, in attempts to paint a glimpse of Great Mystery. While close and pure as it may be, words lost in present day.

Just as these I have written few shall understand. Seek and it is found nothing therefor to see. In a single cell a Universe awaits new birth.

Speak without a word, listen without ears, see without eyes…it is written at the core of all there is. For the Canvas is left to interpretation but speak of it is to lose its content.

Take my hand…for we shall walk into the day and night. Song will become familiar sung in favorite words. Hue more magnificent adding our own.

~Ani Po

Artist Unknown