The Broken Wings of Life

The broken wings of life.

We cannot fly without two wings. Wings representing past and present.

If a broken wing of past exists, we fly counter-clockwise or counter productive fashion…circling and spiraling into our own pain. While important to feel pain it is equally important to keep flight.

Likewise if wings of future are broken we spin aimlessly in a clockwise fashion…circling without any direction.

Moving forward with continuous reflection on past and present, keeping a forward momentum.

Ani Po

Broken

Sitting, gathering pieces…

Scattered throughout the Canvas of Life.

What was broken and lost,

Sheds new mystery upon hearts of mystic.

A thousand scattered pieces,

Broken, variable in size.

Unable to think…

No thoughts of past or future.

Frozen…

In present moment of All There Is.

Oh to the stars blinking assurance,

Grandmother whom holds us close to her bosom.

Shadows, broken…

Blinded by old paradigms.

Sitting, gathering…

Medicinal winds of change.

Accepting, letting go…

Expanding into unknown.

What was unclear,

Clarity comes to be.

What was clear,

No longer a reality.

What was broken,

A Universal knowing of All There Is.

Broken or unbroken,

We Are Just…Ani Po