Laughing at Our Own Canvas

Laughing at our own canvas…sacred space unravels.~Ani Po

Our own non-attachment to how we think or feel any given moment should be, allowing reality to co-create effortlessly through present moment, gives birth to syncrosensational.

Witnessing, sharing in experiences, giving freely of ourselves…adjoining physical and spiritual…until the Canvas of Life is a mirrors thought and action.

What we thought real remains a mystery, what was mystery now truth be told. So rigid we were in a belief having no boundaries. Shattering these boundaries…laughing once more…

 

Be Here

What for seek which is not there.

Fill not void of non-existence.

Call out echoes of nothingness.

Cry to cleanse or ask for guidance.

Bleed for own true healing.

Self to global knowingness.

See through single lens or multitudes of such.

I am to she and they, as we are to stars and moon.

Gazed upon or plucked from the skies.

Be here or BE HERE…we are…Ani Po