Between Worlds
The Arrival
I. Lanterns
A thousand thoughts floating in the sky, each one a quiet lantern — drifting toward a horizon not yet named. Sitting quietly in the tyranny of the world’s gone mad — entering the void — watching the last fragments of calm slip through fingers like dust.
Still, the lanterns rise — small rebellions of light against a darkness that insists on itself.
II. Emergence
Expanding forward into new realities — creating a new century of joyous fortitude — where even the fractured pieces of yesterday learn how to glow again. Calling on the ancient ones — realizing similarities — sing unto me — source of all reality — recalling the shape of the fire I came from — carrying warmth into whatever dawn awaits.
III. Becoming
Now, standing firmly in not knowing anything — actively walking between worlds — carrying all that is needed. Eternally present, I Am — a quiet ember of becoming — steady in the unfolding — unafraid of the vastness that once felt like void.
IV. Arrival
Arriving not as a destination — but a soft recognition — a returning to the pulse flowing through every shadowed corridor.
Stepping into the open field of breath — where nothing is demanded — everything is allowed to speak its quiet truth.
Here, gathers the light carried across thresholds unseen —
rooting the soil beneath my feet — landing as simply the moment
I stop searching for a door that was never closed.
~Ani Po

