Embracing Presence
When the Canvas Breathes
There is a moment
when the world exhales
and you realize
it was waiting for you.
The trees have been practicing your name.
The wind rehearsing its welcome.
The sky saving a color
you have not seen since childhood.
You unplug the noise,
and the silence does not frighten you —
it frees you.
You step into the canvas,
and the canvas steps into you.
Every breath becomes a brushstroke.
Every heartbeat becomes a drum.
Every memory becomes a doorway
back to the place you never left.
Presence is not learned.
It is remembered.
And when it is remembered,
life becomes Syncrosensational.
~Ani Po
