Krissy Mosley Ministries

just scratching the surface
bending more surrendered thoughts
that didn’t matter as much now

knees, falling on my sword
chin in my prayers

listening to
God and my children
listening to the blood

tiny footsteps
gathering at my bed

all-encompassing
surrendered -childlike
behold in better eyes

not in replacement
not needed in that time

just a pinch of glory
beyond the senes

feel it alive
melting the issues against
the mattress of the mind

dropping into stillness with God
and God’s dear children

bringing back a portion of serenity
for a tiny world so desperate and
learning how to breathe
learning how to see
learning how to let it all go
learning how it didn’t matter

scratching the just surface
latter waters and former rainfall
listening to the veins

~kindness sis. Krissy

On things that have no standing
winding roads, charging winds
worlds, swallow fast,

cars, homes, cities and everything in it

pace yourself
taste the rhythms
salt-melted, gentility
galaxies of the mind

a quest beyond identity
hardened label pups
of whom nothing is for certain
a wooden plaque
scores boards and fools
heaps and heaps of untreasured rubber

blown by a nail, hammered
into place

drag, hamp, bounce
one used spare
buried against another

possibly abandon potential,
empty pursuits, burning-
pneumonia air – catch your death out there

bundle up, head in the clouds
long walks inside

gentility, the pausing mind
covers the worlds we know
softens, liquid, snow

grace renewed
sweep our prayers to God
and grace our dreams,
beleived~ kindness sis. Krissy

Everyone, everyone, quiet, shh- The Ego Speaks!

a pursuit of love, for the spirit,

There I was in the thickets and weeds deeply invested in the negatives. This and that. Swaying one way and then another. Coming apart at the seams. Sown loosely together once the world’s notions set in.

An old bag of threads, swiftly mended and worn. I’d looked to find these loose ends, there’s a hole in my sock, in my pocket and even in my couch No point of hiding it. That’s just what they are.

Things. Things. Things.
I could chalk this up as bad karma or madness in living.

What I will say, here’s to the right now. All these things have taught me the value of a smile, a priceless ebb, and flow that joy brings.

I have used my couch, my sock, and even my pocket very well.
So much so there’s proof

So here’s to the right now, Deeply breathing as the earth heaves and rest.
I’ll do the same. Smiling at the hole in my pocket.
In gratitude, I’m so grateful. Blissful in comfort here’s to the right now.
Cheers~kindness sis. Krissy

A light of beauty can glow. I know they say it’s ugly. Folks in the world would have me believe that it is. There are times that I do.

Now I think, in healing the world, we’ll heal the minds of the world. That shape its’ colors – soft greys and cooling tones and even when it storms, the clouds sing in harmony.
The voices in the distance echo back its origin. A name unto itself, a gentle warmth to all its nature.

and the world is beautiful,
the essence of radiant moons and gleaming lights.

lights that heal
lights that exchange sufferings of another
in gems of splendor
in valor
in beauty
in truth
in practice
in wounds
in past mistakes
in falling apart
in getting up
in forgiving
in starting over
in present
in saving
in quietness
A
magnificent beauty
in loving themselves~kindness sis. Krissy

Homework is evil!

Kids protest, since when…

It was subtle.
not abrupt,
not aggressive
nor easily angered
nor readily noticeable.
The change,
I want to see- in kind.

A steady,
bit by bit,
mark by mark

mile by mile
path by path
No labels for this and that
No thoughts for this and that

nothing needed, nothing seized

In kind, a delight
un-labeled, un-entitled
huge eraser, shavings
for mistakes, for petty crimes
even they can’t exist

No Ma-am
No sir
that’s not needed

where I’m headed
in my mind
untrapped
un- tapered
un-suggestive

but more now myself, crawling towards
the quietness that I can hear
No words, no thoughts
encounter God
encounter the sun
encounter the universe inside
encounter beauty let it hang out
in miles of gratitude
in a fluent language of peace

surrendered to the souls who touch souls
where the nobody- goes and nobodies names
are Jack, or mine Suzan or Sal or Fred or Cory
or any of that
Just spirits without all the other stuff attached

roam around in splendor
smell the potential of another magnificent existence
understand the meaning of it all
be – alive in the center of it all
wake up to feel the sky against my skin
hold hands with travelers of the moon
kiss the son of God when he or she has come
bow before the throne of grace
just be…~in kind that is all
that is all
your kindness sister, Krissy