Stepping into the Canvas is about taking the first steps into the Canvas of Life. It is said that God is the creator and nature is His Canvas. In a world of technologies, distractions and light-speed evolution, we are left to remain in the dark. Truth is laid before us, falsely, by our collective whole. You are invited to step out of the ordinary and into the extraordinary. We are not meant to be suppressed and controlled, fearful and miserable, alone and scared, hateful and destructive. No, instead we are meant to be free. Free to Love unconditionally, creating the life we were meant to enjoy. Instead of divide and conquer, we shall come together as one.
My intent is to share my thoughts in this blog, so that it provokes others into a self-discovery of themselves. While I have found happiness in my life, my hopes are to charge my viewers to see a different side to their current situation. It is said there is a spiritual solution to every opportunity, why not give it a try.
I am a Father, Husband, Friend and Brother, a Healer, a Teacher, and a Student. Enjoy studying energy works, self-realization, Love in Action, and just the nuts and bolts of how things tick. Please feel free to look around and Share away!
Much Love to you and Peace Profound...Joseph
Out of misery
tainted memories
painted by a myriad of familial
ancestral thoughts.
Accepting where we came from
choosing a forward step into what may be
unbeknownst to self
no sight of what may be.
Sitting quietly in ‘being’
allowing the greenest of meadows giving birth
the water of life
flows.
Breath of fresh air
wherever we step
out of fires,
we are born.
Into clear blue seas
bathing in purity for centuries to be
what was unseen
shall now be seen.
~Ani Po
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
Neither acrid nor redolent go the desert winds. Entering naked — scorched — with flames of past and cruel memories in hand — trickling into the dust as blistered skin-pops, soiling and feeding the desolation.
A stranger in his own life — no heading but universal guidance at the helm — pangs of surreal humor watching the Mrs hand out the remaining scrubs no longer needed. Bursts into flames of laughter — bellowing the canyon floor — spotting a stranger donning his favorite top. Then another. And another.
Letting go of his past — like the multitudes of colored scrub tops — pondering if burdens now walk with the strangers in his bloodstained smocks.
Deep breath.
Divine dichotomies and universal laws play out in his world. Like a butterfly here — crashing into the winds of dragon fire — toppled yet another continent.
Layer by layer — peeled like an orange waiting for mulling — offering the perfect blend of intensities and flavor. His identity — the very essence — stripped like the scrubs at his partner’s hand — merging with the ethos of the cosmos.
Fortnight, hence another seven, soon will end — Antelope Valley’s gift of introspective glance — immense gratitude for this closing chapter book of traveling amidst foreign land. Once filled with pronghorns and galloping impala — desolate as the baron thought — packed with empty houses and scars from the ancestral fold.
Reduced to ashes filled in laden song — white stage — charred to the fiery red and blackened to the soul’s edge of transformation. Stories end — a new book titled as he returns to where it all began.
Deep breath.
A new story was written. Smiles — ear-to-ear — sipping on future’s elixir.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
