Open my Heart, Quiet the Mind, and Let the Spirit Flow.

In the beginning, born mistaken world for solid truth — forgetting we are Master Painters of a Living Canvas — making things up as we go. Illusions whispered as truth, shadows pretended to be mountains, and we believed them until the believing broke.

Still, we walked — through noise, ache, and inherited stories from those forgetting — their own Light. Sitting with the monkey mind — feeding it bananas — silence — whichever arrives first.

Breathing through the 10,000 things crashing in — within the breath — doorway opens back upon ourselves. Meeting collective and inherited Shadow — no longer enemy but teacher — greatest ally forward born. Dirt under its nails, truth in its eyes — bowing to it — as it mirrors back something ancient — finally exhaled.

Stepping beyond pretending — masks falling — roles dissolving — borrowed identities no longer able to fit into the square pegs or centered holes. Opening the heart — central nervous system trembling — sparking, cracking — zapping old ways and figured toys — faint remembrance of softness within a hardened world.

Mirrored reality — opened doorways — igniting flames of everything above and below — that within, so without. My final lecture — ending chapter — flame arrives. Subtle entrance is this flame — fanned is the weathered storms into roaring — cleansing — steady as the sunrise promise birth.

Learning that service is The Way — seeing every encounter a sacred exchange — chance to raise or ruin — to bless — or bruise. Gratitude as compass — awareness as lantern — acceptance as key — and Love as totality of maps wholeness and encompassing truth.

Happiness no longer searched or found — merely accepted-path as the morning climb — into brighter afternoons filled with strawberry jams and self-commemoration. The Canvas — alive — mirrored embodiment as we unfold — It becomes and so do we.

Walking until walking became becoming — becoming became being — being became Ani Po — declaring I Am Here.

Standing at the edge — somewhere between the lower, middle and upper realms of reality. Unspoken are they who lived in shadows of the doubt — spoken death and all yet imagined. Seeing truth — never lost — never broken — never separate from Canvas’ bosom — Creator — or inner and eternal Flame.

At the simplest — we are remembering — remembered as the forgotten and sacred tune. Heartfelt expanded — unarmored integration of shadowed illusionary limits. Flame ignited whilst Stepping in Forward Conviction — Love unbound — born is the One who Knows.

Every moment — a miracle. Every breath — a brushstroke. Every day — a doorway. Every step — Syncrosensational. Go now —

Paint Boldly

Love Fiercely

Walk Gently

Shine Wholly

Stepping into the Canvas — the Canvas is waiting.

~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.

Joseph Lieungh