In that space

Between the stars that shine

scattered like ash on the still water

Movement becomes slow and steady

as the heart beats like a comet passing,

breathing in and out

taking each moment and with care

weighing it back and forth

all of the thoughts and feelings

letting it slip away to move to the bottom

uncluttering the beauty that remains

reflective like a sweet dream.

Skies lit with watercolor memories

yesterdays rerun returning at unwelcome times

lashing the mind with its inhumane need

to rise up and be heard,

so I push it back down softly

into the murky depths where it belongs,

unseen and silenced I listen to a loon on the air,

filling the night with its quiet strange song

and I know in this space between

is where my soul belongs,

captured on the motionless screen of water,

dancing like a stray tear that ripples

disrupting the image

and the loon keeps its tune

to the rhythm of this night

and I stand aware

of all that is

and of all that will be.

Endless search

Layer upon layer
water sits restless beyond view
walking
waiting to find
the end of the night,
searching for the peace.
We stack our dreams like stones
rounded and worn
time passes us by regardless
of thought or want or need,
something that always just is
plain and simple
as simple as can be,
yet we fight the flow
treading water and fighting the current
carrying away the things beyond reach,
and we slip beneath now and then
relaxing and tired of the fight,
we get pushed upward and out of the fray
surprised by the path we now find,
cut into new scenes
same old but different somehow,
the new jungles we cut through
deep and thick and murky
as the air hangs as heavy as the heart,
we forge on
knowing the answer is beyond our sight,
we just have to believe
that it will all be okay,
nothing we can change
’cause life will move on
like tomorrow
and the following
and so on….
our endless search will find
what is and will be meant to be.

Colors of life

By the sea

hues find me with eagerness

filling in the blanks with drops

captured image on cotton of white,

creation of beauty

sweeping me away

the boundaries I try to stay within.

Tie-dye shell of my hearts whimsy

I close my eyes and see the scene

a hundred souls running towards the sea

free from the shell

bliss in being alive,

we swim into the unknown

taking chances and learning with each stroke

how to swim in waves of colors unknown.

I hear the sound of waves from memory,

sweeping me over their frothy waves

and carrying me towards the setting sun

low on horizon

the internal compass knows the way

as I follow the stars

as I may.

My last art class for now, a sea turtle with an amazing group of women and although I do need a bit of touch up on the eye where the splatter got a bit too close (had to rush to work and should have taken the extra minute of care) I am quite happy with this almost finished product and thought I’d share. Happy turtles make me smile 🙂 peace and blessings, K

Connected

Nameless faces pass by

just another conversation on the wind

deep of heart and meaning

eyes connect and understanding is felt,

to turn and walk away with that sense

connections felt throughout the universe.

Reading pages from books of thought,

one mans story escaping to be free

nodding in understanding, a knowing is found

for I have been there too.

A thousand stars shine brightly

waiting in queue for wishes to come

caught light like fireflies dancing

and I never know quite what brought me round

perhaps it was the words of many found

and a sense of love from it all.

I find comfort in these nestled places

like fireside chats on summer nights

and the scent of the air thick with sound and silence

I am spun up in the magic that I find there

and search for the jar to capture it in,

to pass along

to belong.

Photo by James R. Eads…found on pinterest

this and that

Wet on wet

color thrown about like random thoughts

little here and little there

a bit of this and that.

Salt falls on puddles random like rain

and we never know in the end

what will remain of our pieces of self

washing back and forth

steady movement forming rainbows of peace

and I gaze to the jasmine beyond

knowing it’s one step closer to understanding

and life will keep moving

like wet paint on soft cotton,

smooth and flowing

or beautiful in the accidental splash

of a word cast on the world,

it all falls down as we let ourselves go

to flow into the rhythm

of another hour passed by

unaware of it all

except the here and now.

More time today practicing with my watercolors, I’m thinking I may turn into the tie dye queen of art yet 🙂 but loving it and always learning with each stroke, surprised at times by what comes from a blank slate.

Calming 

We unite in thoughts
caught in shades and hues of life,
how we feel
like afterthoughts caught,
unexpectedly stinging like a solemn bee
just hanging about
doing its thing
lashing out because
threatened things do what they do
and you cant hate the things that cause pain
when its the little needling thoughts
that keep doing their thing,
so no surprise
when welts arise
and a tear is shed
because for that moment
we had become unconnected
from the natural world,
dwelling in potions
poisons
things that dull
and like Alice meandering through
searching for the cat and tea party,
looking like deer in the headlights,
and we fall into the rabbit hole once more.
So we stop,
and breathe,
and be,
because what else can one do to make sense,
to lose ones self into the purple haze
of quiet days
where no answers are needed
and the best moments are to be
drifting on the calm
beneath purple skies
wondering what it was
that disrupted us to begin with
and always leaves us at the end of the day
when can we return
even with the jolt that delivered us,
knowing as our bodies become grounded
that we just need to be there
where the silence calls
and we know the words of that song
by heart.
We’ve been here before
a lifetime ago,
fancy how things talk to us
in their own special way,
I like to think at times
it’s like going home again
even if a sky and universe away….
we still remember
because of the unconscious sting
that raises to remind
it is all relative.

Night skies

Streaking past eyes
Perpetually watching
streaking stars race through
dust of the night things
glittering like diamonds.
Purple reigns in her mind
time flying past
out of sight
and the mind soothed
as the color flows
mid spring skies awaken
with the coming of dawn
just another star that fell
on distant lands
in a universe high.

My second art piece created today, practicing with the sea salt in the sky, and masking fluid meteors flying by….having fun, another working day, heigh ho….and off I go.

Upon a thought of movement

We are quicksand lives

mired and murky in their naivety

waiting for the next flash of something

anything to change the colors that spin

out of our control

like dancing fireflies which mesmerize

we fall silent in their beauty,

in their simplicity.

Jealous in fact I think,

as they flit about like monarchs

so seldom seen yet still revered,

we watch in fascination

enraptured by their beauty

longing to be light

buoyant like air.

Skies change like minds

suddenly

quickly as each day passes

and we move in our directions

when the light changes granting pardon

and we scurry across like rabbits watched

by waiting dogs,

never knowing when the texter may move forward

unaware at what transpires behind the wheel

though in the wrong

clueless to the life that moves

beyond the capsule

of airbags and roll bars,

a hapless victim of the new day.

We heed the call within

at times understanding the words unspoken,

to breathe and move

in an unhurried pace,

to reflect and embrace

to just be at one for a minute

while the stars pass by

unnoticed at times

when framed in the image

of a spring time moon.

Painting life

Colors caught in a favorite pose,

moonlit skies on clouds it rests

caught like a marble suspended

I learn to flow through the brush.

Where I’ve been on quiet days

pondering the landscape of sun and haze

mixing and matching the color to mood

purple sky hue.

This is my first official watercolor painting, still in progress (mostly working the water) and I was actually quite pleased with the results, which for me is saying a lot. Just in case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, one more class next week and practice, practice and more practice needed. Moon over water….by me.