Letting Spirit Flow
A Closing Invocation for the Journey Home
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.
