Life force

Moving through the days in search

The silence of a moment awakened

Into the thought and feeling evokes

The magic of these fields of color.

The lightness of joy and knowing

Concentrations of energy stop with a start

Looking around to see the empty faces

Going about their day to day.

But the frightening second as the bottom falls

And we sit in wonder at that very place in time

As we question the workings of this life,

When everything changed and we became

Aware of what we had closed our eyes to,

As we found ourselves mortal.

Something so frightening yet to see the beauty 

Like a portal in the empty space before us,

How we hit it and wondered at the force,

And in a split second we became a part of the magic,

Thinking if that is how it would end

With a flash and a dropping of the world below our feet,

Steadying self to prepare for the next wave,

The next moment that would signal

The next fork in the road to take.

I write this remembering back a few days ago when for the first time in my life something scary yet exciting in its own way happened. I was walking along a corridor at work to get an antacid and suddenly felt like I had walked through an electrical field, and thinking it was a short in one of the machines or an earthquake at the very least, the feeling like the floor dropped out from below my feet and that for a split second, I was stopped cold. Come to find out when you don’t realize your blood pressure is a bit way too high and that my body was shooting it through to my brain so quickly, that’s what happened. Life telling me to take it a bit slower, to pay a bit more attention to the food I nourish my body with and the Doc telling me to now take the meds that will help. Now in a calm place where I’m not racing and the mind is not going ten thousand miles an hour and the stress that used to build, now floats merrily through my blood stream with my baby aspirin. Never ignore the signs my friends, but damn if it didn’t feel like something so cool and magical. Even in a bad moment, I can still find the beauty of the gift it teaches. I am thankful for that. Peace, K

We are

A grain of sand in the masters hand

Smooth and worn with life that moves by,

Blown to the winds of the world

Journeying towards our home.

We are a story told aloud

Or patterned by hand,

Through pen and ink or oils of shades

Spun thick with the mysteries

That each day waits

For the creation from thoughts

And from dreams yet unseen,

Yet felt below skin

Thin and translucent,

Felt in the recesses of the mind that asks,

We are the hope of a seed planted,

Before time began and became

What we perceived,

And we gather our tribes,

Moving forward below the ever changing sky

To become what was destined,

We are the soul alive.

Nature hides

In twillight skies of stormy days

Hidden in shadows

The colors of the universe

Feed the weary soul.

Wonder of this mind that moves

Between lucid and somewhere

Dreaming in segments

Like chapters of a long tale

Page after page

Leading the mind deeper

Into the story created.

Lost among the coming and going

Traveling through  emotion and peace

Searching for fairy tale monsters

In silent woods that with the coming of morning

Banish the fear and erase from the dark

Things that went bump in the night.

Twisted tales of an insane story

Rendered into a puddle of murky nothingness

And as we step into the depths

Come through on the other end

Healed and standing

Beneath a simple sun,

Untouched by the fury told.

Gorgeous image taken by my father in Delaware before the coming blizzard that never touched his neck of the woods. Love the colors. Thanks Dad.

Into dust

We move through fields

Stars become wishes of shattered dreams

Falling from the sky

As we sit below so minuscule in the scheme

And trickling down

The ash moves on winds

Not forgotten

Just no longer the whole

Of a lost soul.

She dared to follow

Each step moving forward to her dream

Within reach of her hands

Only wanting to be at the tip of eternity

Floating in space teaching

Her special smile exploding across

Small boxes in rooms far from home

And I saw her there,

For but a moment as I lay in the depths

Fevered thoughts wracking each nerve,

So far from greatness she went so high,

And then blinking once

She became no longer,

Just dust of the moment passing

Like each moment of our lives that slip by,

Yet noticed this time

In the loss of a hope

Extinguished in the cold.

I cried at the loss of a dreamer

Star crossed paths she now moves

So many years gone by

I still see her happiness

For she dared at least to try

That which would leave fear in most,

Sleeping ghost revisited

She whispers to me still.

Thoughts this morning on the Challenger explosion and remembering how I watched in my small dorm room, wracked with a fever and the flu yet knowing that I would always remember the moment, the loss of a dreamer who dared.

Piece of night

Within a realm of a silent night

Darkness tucks in the weary soul,

Fading into colors of peace

Mind slips into dreams.

Smooth and calm in skies

Moon hangs stoicly amongst the stars

As cool breeze blows through windows cracked

Letting in and out

Life of night.

Rising to the whispers

She walks through dusty corridors

Twisting turning walls empty

Void of decoration

Yet where her eyes rest,

Portals open to new realms

And she steps through into bottomless spaces

Floating on silk

Sliding into the depths of self

Lost for hours in steady breath

Claimed once more

By the edge of the universe

Tipped into space



Laying in fields of Spring

The scent rises with the warming winds

Leaves rustle on tall spindly stems

Waving back and forth in a dance of petals,

And the quiet hum of an insect

Fills the air somewhere near.

Eyes closed just being

Laying upon the fresh soft grass

Losing self in quiet dreams of a day

And moments like these where time stops

And the bumblebee simply goes about his duty

Moving on when done.

Planes almost beyond view

Leaving tail plumes of white

Passenger writing in the sky

And I am no one for a space of this second

Where only breath remains

A hum of life in bliss

Dreaming of a sun so perfect above me

Dappled lightly and content,

I fall away into the dotted blooms

And inhale

A serene perfection

That is here and now

Giving a peace desired.

I feel the energy moving me

Rocking like a boat on a light wave,

Back and forth softly

I reach out to touch the water

Yet find only beauty

In the minute details

Of color

Where magical fields of dreams

Carry me home.

Art of life

Life moving thoughts

Swirled in memories dripping

Like oil on canvas waiting

To be seen.

Yesterday souls bleed ink

Tattooed image in the mind

Below the skin in permanence

Etched for life smooth indigo scar.

Hazy visions on empty walls

Creations of the unknown

We watch the movement in stillness

Searching for meaning in each stroke.

Admission to a life of wonder

Walking the corridors of our days

Seeing the beauty together

Memory painted lovingly

Hung in a world on wires

Beneath an endless ceiling

Lit from within by a masters hand.

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By the water

My thoughts reside

Upon white sandy shores

Void of life,

Just footprints left behind

As I walk through dreams.

Castles built and settling in

To become once more

A part of the bottom

Of endless thoughts 

And deepest seas.

Whispering winds moving water

Rolling in and out with the changing

As the guard moon retires

And the sun rises as sentry at dawn

And each star above

Wished upon in quiet days of peace

Gather together the words

Manifesting each step we take

Prints that too will sink below

Unseen and forgotten

Imprints whisked away

Into new hopes and dreams


By the sea.

Yesterday visits

Journeying on a path to tomorrow

Searching through things 

Moments of years in boxes

Sorted and separated into save or go

As music sings to me

Betcha By Golly wow…

And I sing along letting my mind drift

Down the different courses we’ve run,

Changes taking place

All over again.

Blue skies keep company

As the dogs watch the in and out

Of closing doors and bins stacked high,

And the station plays tune after tune

Karen singing to me sweeps my thoughts in smiles

“Don’t you remember you told me you loved me baby”

And the mind trips off in a different direction,

Days of youth and records long gone,

Of friends and places seen,

Of life that fell between

Each journey we took

On dusty roads

The city lights

And tailgating and midnight star gazing

A toast by the pond

Under a summer sky.

A quiet day spent

Rekindling a memory of good days and bad

But as the out pile grows

This letting go of dying things

As I have the box within my mind

Of each day

Each door that opened and closed

And yesterday can visit

But it can never stay

For tomorrow is another day

And the brightest sun will light the way

To new beginnings

New moments in the now

To be embraced.

Life textures

I gaze at each line that graces my hands,

Tired and worn through years of use,

Like a well read book held together

By twine and love,

Trying to preserve the essence

Of life textures


I move through pages of the past

Images and sounds bring tender smiles

Of those gone yet remembered,

And the greying faces reflected

In the hearts mirror

Held together with memories

Fresh with hope

Life goes on.

Cold winter brings about a coating on our souls,

Frozen in our spaces vying for warmth

Besides a flickering flame

And the call to a sun so far away,

Return to me dear friend and spread yourself

Into aching bones and fingers

That pen these words while watching

As each moments drips away

Like icicles on the ceiling

Melting from the warmth

From within.