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
VisionarieKindness 2015
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Let the ceilings fall
Let the earth open it’s lungs
Let the magic in the trees reach out to me
Between here and sanity
Between lost shoes and bare feet
Between the atoms of waters
Between the sky and I
I am Wilde
I am aggrandize gold
I am …
VisionarieKindness 2015
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I got up with a fire
in my belly
rhythm in my step
Poetry in my veins
VisionarieKindness 2015
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Standing over walls of defeat
strengthening limb to limb
intricate spaces folding
undisciplined minds
trying to find reason
to let light in
to let fire spread
we hurt ourselves
lest we grow ourselves
in every direction
seeking progress…
VisionarieKindness 2015
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In the Arms of stillness
breeds new life
Rushing shores of mercy
both tender and divine
within this sacred moment:
I release my eyes – that I might see
I release my ears – that I might hear
I release my arms that I might embrace
every fragile life in peace…
VisionarieKindness Poetry 2015
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(credit image taken by: Charles E. Tate)
Upon grainy sands
she numbered them
Not alone
Thousand waves of heat
Not alone
though dark days come
Not alone
Wet and in despair
Lonely but not alone
A simple comfort
in distant friends
not alone
there is a path
carved out just for me
Visionariekindness 2015
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When the curtains fade
and there are no ques
to do it right
don’t stop dancing…
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(image credit hdwallpapers.cat)
Open the windows of light
Inside night-falls’ holy wonder
Believe in yourself
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Oh darling
just dance,
Shed your tears to skies
upon stolen dreams
we weep
out of death life has replenished
us anew song.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 