Krissy Mosley Ministries

 

She sat on us – dressing our skins with a bountiful awaiting.

She gave us – aloe’s bitter mist.

Her dew is full and refreshing.

I never saw clouds fall, quite like heavy burdens exploding.

I ‘ve seen the sky carrying her young.

I’ve stepped through teary, boughs rejoicing.

I no longer pray on my knees .

I’ve given them a rest.

 

 

 

She heaves  hymns – someday they might sing.

Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be healed.

Over jagged edges of all the living.

Loving me- preserved by grace.

O’ come now- look upon these feeble knees;

search our hearts lest we agree.

Thine mercy  covers all of me.

Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be healed.

Over murky tears,

Over murky stains,

Sweet communion – preserved by grace.

Poet Krissy Mosley- VisionarieKindness©2016

It’s opening my wild nostrils.

It’s taking in the sun.

She showers us –

that I might hear,

that I might see-

Seven thousand cords,

shaking hands with trees

nourishing the very essence of my being.

Surely, there’s no need for bread.

No need for pens.

Let my heart lend her canvas,

while my spirit supplies the ink.

I’m on the journey-

riding the waves of peace…

 

 

 

 

 

In sleep – wild as meadow’s grass.

Soft as lavender and rosemary.

I turn tablets, one by one-

spellbound and enchanted.

The voices, behooved me read- on

swallowing whole verses

thundering quietly,

Striking, rivers in my belly.

Add to your virtue love

Add to love, kindness

Add to kindness, forgiveness

“for in patience possess ye, your soul.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If could remember, my hands are webbed for speed

and my spine flexible.

If could press down in the earth and accept all that is me.

Then I would know from whence I came.

Golden emeralds carved my skins.

Love breathe light in.

And -when the morning woke up – I was made.

When night kisses me, I fly.

And when sweet roses tickle my bones- I laugh.

After all- I am something dark and beautiful.

(google image- created by frank Morrison)

 

On the bridge  at midpoint,

My vibrations are awakening receptors;

I thought I was lost, between the concrete.

I thought I missed my exit.

I thought it was too late.

But all I had to do was,

Give in –

I give into happiness and let it take me.

I give into my childhood wings and fly.

I give into peace.

I give into joy .

Now that we have arrived, midnight has two sons.

I can see the shadows guiding me

through the tombs of sorrow’s past.

And I won’t stop to check the time.

Hurry chile, cut asunder each blistering bone.

Hurry now,  day breaks.

Through thine, eyes might we see,  how to dream,

How to be.

 

 

 

 

 

I think that a song moves back the waves,

while I comb the rivers of love.

Parted over in the east yester- years and we forgive.

I think that a song, brings me to my lavender -cedar memories and I moan, lon-ng

and I moan lon-ng.

A bridge though  made of energy.

I think that a song, brings me -salted fire and I smoke it

holding my lungs in place.

I think that a song is more than spiritual notes- rather my fluid,

I am the song in the east,

I am the song of a river’s love.

I am the song of songs – time I start singing to me….

Night calls – I am ready,

Weariless feet, seated under me.

Charging mountains, magnetic waterfalls, all

these illusions filtering.

Living in sleep,

paralyzed and praying,

drifting on waves I cannot drink.

Night calls , I become – soul

giving off heat, laying on hands- traveling in bodies

pouring milk into breast, pouring out rivers,

New life-kissing atoms, in utero,

Adding sand to the sea,

And I laying down to rest.

 

 

Hearts – walked out.

I felt your hollow space,

don’t cha- stop now.

These worlds spinning so fast

but still, our spirits can nourish our souls.

When everything is everything,

When hearts leave home –

Gliding along the slipper cast –

in dimensions beyond these eyes,

Take me to the water and this time,

with no fire to be- awaken,

Take me to the water and let me drink,

in dimensions beyond these eyes.

Take me to the water and this time,

Love me.

Love  me again.

Bless me.

Anoint me.

Take me to the water in dimensions beyond these eyes

Let me see- freedom’s heart with no strings

Take me to the water and let me dream.

Place it back inside – we’ll be home,

and we’ll be home .

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here, we cook goodness in wooden pots.

Here, we lay down in back aching laughter.

Here, our essence speaks – in spiritual tongues.

(Kubwa nguvu tumbo) –

Mighty Womb,

 

We dash toward whistling trains.

Thumping under me.

Listening to stillness,

exploring silent dances,

between each toe.

Here, the rivers know my name.

 

Burning off the feeble drums,

 

Awaken

I am whole

I am knowing

I am blissful

I am full

I am returning

I am spirit