Spirits Gentle Kiss
feeling most connected to our spiritual side
I am reminded of that gentle kiss, soulful caress, heart’s vibratory response to your passing through. From the first time, singing to the masses, lofted balcony, singing an antiphon, ephemeral reminder spirit was always present.
Once forgotten, traveling to foreign lands, experiencing life’s greatest of mysteries. Thence came an invite, calling as if on time, requesting forgotten cleverness, purchasing bewilderment, heartstrings tug-o-war, past generational notion, and future sense of being.
Accepting hesitantly, uncertain to whence this came, expansiveness insanely spreading, Spirit called by name. I am here, what is it you want of me? “Playtime is over, there’s work to be done, trust in this sensory overload, fear not of the ever-changing possibilities.”
Practice, exercising these gifts given unto thee, memory banks wiped clean, hard drive needed erstwhile. Unlimited data, resources accessible, for all who believe, heart-centered existence, breathe cleansing forth. Into the void, inquiry grandiose, accidental sneeze creating unfamiliar galaxies, left uncertain, more like are you fucking kidding me?
“Yes, this is real if that is what you believe. It is also an illusion if that is what you choose.”
Okay, okay, let me get this straight.
Co-creator, cut-creator, L.L. spinning them well, minds made up, centered as it may. Very existence ceased, stepping off the shadowy-train, Stepping into the Canvas, lit up supernova, angelic presence, guides, ancestral helpers, and ancient encoding transmitting through.
“Yes. Yes. Keep it going.”
Merlin’s gaze, crystal ball, lightning strikes on cue, trusting in the voices, channeled presence by virtue of, call to the cardinal directions, authoritative commanding self-assurance, it is so. Bursting into laughter, gut splitting open at its ease, from the beginning, unknown to known adduce, spirit whispered breath, life gifting infinite, it is so.
Now to answer the question, feeling closest to my spiritual side, present be, as it may, breathing life, hauling hay. Merely glimpse years before, more frequently arising within.
~ Ani Po
I tried to answer the question but was interrupted, while writing, with memories of the first time Spirit channeled through. I was a young boy, singing at funerals, when I learned of being connected to a higher force. Goosebumps, hair standing up, tears of expression uncontrollable in that moment of time.
When I was in ‘that space,’in that spiritual place, I could feel the whole Universe passing through. I learned of this when it returned a few years back, inviting me to go back to the beginning, retracing steps through this thing called life. That I did.
I learned Spirit was always with me, eager to work hand-in-hand with me and those whomever wishing to know more of where they came. As if invited by Spirit, charged with a call-to-action, providing tools needed going forward, I learned to trust the process.
Literally, memory was wiped, needing only what was necessary in this moment in time. Later understanding, this moment in time, ever-changing with the winds of time, limitless accessibility to whatever was needed in that moment.
So when do I feel closest to my spiritual side? When I am not in my own way. It definitely is easier these days, getting easier with practice,entering sacred space of assisting others who wish ‘to know.’
Thank you 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. for this weeks prompts and steering this ship to self discovery. As seen in the reply above, Mondays prompt below.
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.
