Sacred nourishment: for me, is softening, my shoulders , pressing my arms into the streamy aromas like cardamom and cinnamon
affirming: I am seated in the citadel of God’s holy love
I am divinely safe, supported, supplied, sustained, satisfied
I am surrendered to the sweet sounds of the soul, all rights reserved your Poet, Krissy Mosley ©2023
Dear Ancestors, thank you for being answered prayers of the sunset/ you red-yearning,/ you-sky-body/
you pour libation like burning tea leaves in honor of my release
how far we have come, like ocean-body -souls, swirling, names of the elders
my mother’s mother, her mother’s mother, our elder’s mother, in other words their sugar coated stripes, their heavy laden tears , their transmissions – I pray you- as they entered the other side. your Poet Krissy Mosley©2023
I’ve been off the scene for a while working in service to the healing arts. Cheers to all of us who are committed as agents , agents of healing, agents of home & most of all, agents of love.
I wrote this short e- chapbook of poetry as a way to love myself back to myself.
Despite the obstacles I’ve faced: being a poet, mother, lover of the simple things in life.
Here I am God, listening.. (book translates to about 3.00 dollars U.S. currency https://www.store.bookleafpub.com/product-page/how-to-write-poetry-heal-commune-and-repeat
your Poet Krissy Mosley
A joy that maintains my spirit, and sustains my peace , that satisfies my soul ,with a joy of fatness, tickling those funny bones, deep down …
the wells , bursting out, with a fresh baby moment, of awe struck, child like wonder, gladness in sunset, gratitude in the day reset , i never shall forget
this joy is holy,
my joy is magnitudes attracting
joy ,
joy ,
joy,
your poet Krissy
Leaping with fresh waters, listening to the invisible, mystical, whimsical, music in my head ~your Poet Krissy
the wellsprings of nourishing souls
their dwellings of inner sacredicity
holy journeys, pieces of the one/ whole-
being , where we began
beginnings of the heart as grains of glass & sand
collapsing into everything
everything and nothing is as it seems
so much so, somethings good-bad
like chaos echoes kindness in humanity
how can we live without harming ?
what does wisdom do now?
how do i stop the screaming faces, so jarring?
o’ holy souls /verses in crowded interceding
praying for me to remember,
don’t you remember lapping up the sun in your sleep,
don’t you remember tracking the sound of the deep,
the face of God, the breath of grace, breathing me in the morning,
the alleluia chorus,
and finally a place,
where I belong. ~your Poet Krissy Mosley ©2022
all rights reserved Kristina Neal-Mosley ©2016 ~(your poet Krissy)
My sisters write healings’ til there is only sacred breath, she heals as writes, she heals as she plays, she heals as she prays, she heals as she chants, she heals as she sings, she heals as she dances through the words she speaks, of former wounds and making of these wounds “beauty for mapping”.
Sifting and shifting higher worthiness, all the ways of her own. In worthiness, she is worthy to be blessed, and worthy to bless others.
She is worthy of love. Worthy of loving herself, worthy of her own imperfections. Worthy of holding the high watch of her own peace. Worthy of sacred space & sacred ritual. Worthy to be forgiven & worthy to forgive.
In that of what we are healing-art transformed, for some of us, the most brutal and teeth cutting existence through the fluidity of colorless liquid of miracles, flowing out of our bodies, blood like water, to watch our souls pounding in cadence, “oh’ how, we must sing the Lord’s song in a strange land”~ your poet Krissy Mosley ©2022
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