To see a rare flower bloom, over a clever glass of snow
and hold but for a twinkling spark of peace,
that could ignite a quest for life.
My soul would grow wings and I’d fly.
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Writing from the Heart takes courage – and a bit of letting go….
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Although the egoic mind points the blame. Perilous times shall come. All the world’s afraid, hurt cannot be transformed. So let the wound lie open, let the winds blow on the wound, sprinkle a savor’s salt on the wound, let the wound lie open. Our days are numbered and our days are short. Love cannot be stopped. Hurt cannot be transformed, so let the wound lie open, let the children rise.
Love is born willing and tender. Love has no color it can only be felt- like the cardinal bird whispering on the fence of my destiny -all things are possible,
Love is a revolution: ever flowing towards – out of solidarity to those seeking refugee, out of a thousand times of rested light – out darkness, love is born over and over. I feel it- sparkling and shimmering, even when the county is mourning- love helps us cry. Love helps us to feel. I honor love – Love is a Revolution. VisionarieKindness all rights reserved 2015 -
Wash me
rivers of love
like tiny rose petals
budding underneath
tapered fields
Wash me
bare
my imperfections
with the tides
Healing storms in my pocket
deeper and deeper still
Wash me…
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It takes faith to step into the deep
from a trickling outpour
of the things unseen…
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And when the man of time is done
Trees cut through and through
Oh’ Beastly – silly one
Give yourself to you
and not another
Lend your cares not to beg
In sorrow sow joy
In Mourning sow a gentle burst of sun
Fathering a simple plea
when my life is done
You shall see me again
kneading a shadow’s glow
in a dash hope –
life is sweeter
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There
is a flow
to nourish
the bones of my story
Her singing bowls have just
begun a morning’s ring…
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I need the sky to walk down and touch me
freckles of memories
mark my journey
from where I’ve been
and where I’m going
Only the sky can see
wings of faith-
See me carry my paper children
feed the souls with light and promise
that soon we birth our dreams
to fly
I need the sky to come down and touch me
pick up my fragile pieces
bottle up my tears
teach me how to
carry my paper children
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She has laid down with giants
strewn hope together
all in a day – scribbling under midnight’s moon
sifting through galaxies in her mind
on the altar once more
wanting to forgive – a place only she can give
for every pit of sorrow
sown riddled by discord
merciless-on the altar once more…
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I am worth the dreams that live in me
I am worth the mountains that skip
soothing my troubled soul
cooling waters,open wide
exploding through the errors
down on Georgia st.
I am worth the journey…
VisionarieKindness 2015
Krissy Mosley Ministries 