When you feel, there is no one.
God is.
as if the morning sun walked right up to you.
leaning on your shoulder. Pulled in a gentle breeze.
cleared a path for you to follow.
tapping crystal waters,
see the tabernacles of the sky.
the journey of no suffering.
God is the temple…
holding eternity in one hand.
the peace of humanity in the other.
the elder brother to guide,
savor a moment of embrace.
all else will fade away.
all else will fade away.~kindness sis. Krissy
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When stillness enters I have no need to contemplate the future. Worrying over a false sense of something that hasn’t taken place. “Be.” I hear in a soft whisper. Rising out of chaos in my head.
On the first try, my eyes closed but my mind speeds up. Thinking harder about my past choices even the most vulnerable ones. My mind says to me. “Your not ready are you?”
I hollered back “yes I am. Yes, I can be,” but I have a habit of shaking my legs from time to time when I’m sitting down. So the mind is right, okay maybe not right now.
“Be still.” The voice comes in a little more, quiet. The room fades back. Sensing the light breaking through – black and white curtains.
I couldn’t hear the rest, I believe it was the presence of God. Quieting -things, that consumes… The talk with God. To hear his voice so near. “God is”. And in that space that can’t be defined, we are drawn for the renewal of the light that burns us into beings in this world. And prepares us for worlds to come.
“Be still and know..” well we know the rest~kindness sis. Krissy
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
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