The Flow of Canvas

Enter the familiar

Comfortable and similar

Day in

Day out

People passersby arguing with another

At work never really on level of the next

The Heart burns

We act without thought

Offended another

Heart means well

Ground is familiar

Yet feels foreign to the touch


Burning desire

Dare to let go

Swept away by the sounds of eternal healing

We flow

We go

To places nobody knows


There is a calling

Heart tuning in

Sit with these chords

Translated by soul sensory knowingness

Mind, Body, Spirit

All in harmony as we go

Lost or wandering in awe

This is the Flow of Canvas.

~Ani Po

Deeper and Deeper into the Canvas

I began writing about the Canvas nearly 8 years ago. While original intent was to invite others deeper and deeper into the Canvas of Life, in search of deeper meaning to All there Is, the intent remains as it was in the Beginning.

Whether words of simplicity, simple thoughts inviting forth. Deeper meanings diving further into an abyss of what may be?

Rewriting our words, Painting new scenery upon the Canvas. Perceptual beginning or bitter end…left for deeper diving of thought processes of things. Gibberish or written Upon the Canvas, left for self-introspection of sort.

Truth is as simple as its originating form. In the beginning was the Word and the Word created form. Once formless and without void made whole…Stepping Deeper into All there Is.

It is written Upon the Canvas, Painted for All to See. Left for personal touch, thought, introspection of the same. See It, Feel It, Know It to be true…


~Ani Po