My life is a singing bowl
levitating over the song in my head
sometimes I simmer on repeat
sometimes -nimble, sometimes I catch the light
having conversations with my darkness
sometimes beautiful things, sometimes I just be there
bathing, dripping in the goodness
My life too is a singing bowl ~kindness sister Krissy
in my private moment of stolen grief
by public views of what appears
to be a happier version of me
what appears in blink of thunder and flash
to protect brokenness as leaky puddles
of someday when change comes
someday when the world is full stupid some-days
we can’t be tired of being sick and tired too long
because too many of us are dying under the burden of grief
head stones that roll away love in private pastures, shouting to the pieces of the soul that fly. Stay a little longer and let me be human with holes in the middle of my flesh and wounds that remember the safety in the someday when we go home where love is~kindness sister Krissy
our eyes meet
in the coolness of the evening
where
I still believe in sunshine
where goodness can be
in all that is good
everything that good is made of
must lie somewhere in a hidden field of red poppies
powerful enough to heal a desperate
world.
~kindness sister Krissy
Dear God
we are broken people
in a broken world
with broken things
and broken dreams
and broken spirits
God you know
the pieces of us
how they fly
how they fit
put us together
like humans
with kind hearts
and kind spirits
with smiles on our faces
~kindness sister Krissy
when I am broken, I remember what wholeness is…
Hello, Morning its been a while since
you and I sat down -to share a hug or a smile.
these days don’t come easy, there’s been lots of soul-washing -feelings,
feels like latter rain of latter days
cloud gatherings that tell me how God dips my coffee-made soul deep down in honey
then I’m not alone and the bees are there to pollinate my tears into honeycombs
that tells me all my fears have drawn to the surface something that’s always been eroding
and finally when there’s nothing left to save
my soul and I find morning
kindness sister
I knew I still had some come back left in me,
I wanna be off the radar doing good
so good for the first time in a long time my socks match
with the those pink and green toes in the morning
doing so good, I’d wake up satisfied in
my own black coffee- they’d be singing folktales to me
hold my smile in the middle of adversity
braid my hair in milk and honey
with a splash of turmeric and cardamom
because there’s nothing better than that
golden life flowing, down on the inside
being the best of me
reaching for the rest of me
…~kindness sister
When sadness comes for me
I’ll be dancing my way in poetry
down bean pods in limbo, breaking my awkward pause
to feel the thud, to crawl when I can’t walk
sling, by sling, thump by thump
I’m alive
wrestling madness private eye ,
my swing is stupid,
my right hook, even I didn’t see it coming
I wade in stillness,
I wade in crazy-stupid faith
I wade and breathe in the music,
hold-up the cotton- candy sky
mint and saffron in all my daze
teleport sadness, inside
drizzle refreshing, dash, pip, bop and blow
ring the bell, shake and shake
I’m ready this time.
~Kindness
(me -Krissy as a kid- gotta get back to my 3rd grade stories one of these days, photo taken in 1989)
I wanna live like love’s never dying
never saying goodbye, see ya later or next time, for now our goodbye’s are getting cold
there’s a lake camping out on my eyelids – east winds, blowing
southbound and strong, I remember the smell of old writings,
I remember fear eating away at the day -we’d say goodbye,
I’m still looking for the sun in Indiana
still growing-up to be a grow up – one of these ole’ days
still love to taste dark cherries of summer
still love to daze into the dawn of the open-sun
still love to feel small against river’s rapid drums
and know home-home is never done.
kindness sister Krissy…(one day at a time)
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