Awaken Thy Canvas

Drifting yet along

Allowing course set its own

Where bows heading

Still uncertain

Observing tiny ripples

Flexing off port

Starboard side

Sunup to East

Darkness rests

Daytime setting

Dusk at hand

Our painted skies

Observed in light

Dissipated darkness of the night

Thought tranquility

Laughter bursts

We are the same as daytime

Through the night

Drifting along

Blanketed under the illuminated skies

Darkness of the same

Laughter bursts

Yet again

For in darkened skies

Always flickering hope

Gaze upon the heavens

We are the sun

and the moon

All there Is.

~Ani Po

Canvas as a Metaphor

Walls stripped naked

Carpet pulled out

From under our feet.

Tackling a serpent

Unclogging foundation of sorts.

Deep within

Paralleled realities.

Inner greets outer

With a gentle kiss or mighty roar.

Stern and unmoved

Fluid and free.

Often times our daily events are mirrored by thought. What we deal with on inner caverns of self, we parallel our surroundings as such. As an extension of body, our home, vehicle or place of work becomes an extension of physical body. At close glance it appears to be an awful experience, but deeper ogling similarities between inner and outer worlds emerge. Is our life a metaphor or is metaphor our life?

~Ani Po