Beautiful Day

We move through the haze of the day-to-day

locked in the world barraged by the mad

the sad

the desperate

the hate

and I sit in the darkness of the morning

aware of the light that will soon rise

and give prayer that it falls down upon

the empty souls.

I gaze at the clouds above my head

perhaps seeing symbols and images

anything that strikes my fancy at the moment

the happy

the light

the carefree

the love

and I feel so very blessed as I stand below

the great creation that is,

to give thanks for a beautiful day.

How often we just move

robotic and not so fluid through each moment

when one small change can move mountains

and one smile can bring joy,

but to take that step, that leap

now that is what must happen for the change,

the gift of embracing these days

and to turn them into what they should be

as we shape-shift cloud thoughts

and move them into creation of self

with the gifts we have received,

that we give thanks for what it is that brings lightness,

that we give prayer for healing

in this not so nice world,

I turn away from the darkness

and embrace the light I find,

where I find it

and then give it away

to those in need,

because I believe in better days,

one hour, one minute at a time

I will wait

and I will be gifted this second, this day,

this beautiful time I am in

as I choose it

it shall be.

I choose today to spread joy and happiness in this world where I awaken to darkness each morning, where we go through the motions of living meager lives just accepting that it is what it is. I am choosing to seek the light within myself, to give pause and be cognicent of what I am doing with each moment I am given, what food and amount I am eating (not ingesting purely for the sake of it), and this week has been a wonder. Just changing little things, going for a walk after dinner with the girls to watch the goings on in the neighborhood and feeling the cooling night air surround me, I’ve lost a pound and a half after losing nothing for 7 months (almost 8). I feel good, I’m having fun because it’s what I choose, and turning off the negative news as that is what I also choose. Life is good. Spend time wisely, put down the Facebook and the games and look within to deal with what’s there, instead of escaping the reality. Two weeks without, getting writing done, waiting for the job to take off and ready to fly my friends, so very ready! Join me, what have you done to change things up in your life to bring more joy in this time? Peace and lots more peace, Kim

Knowing

We can see an image and feel

knowing that a sharp edge will indeed draw blood,

that care must be taken

and we have learned this from somewhere

someplace in our lives.

Like fire, we know that if we get too close

we shall be burnt,

we will blister and peel

as someone taught us this too.

Why then when we see injustice

do we turn a blind eye, seeing the pain

and the fear

and realizing like seeing a malnourished pup

we want to hold accountable the soul

who had no soul,

who was able to do this so easily

as if it didn’t matter,

humanity sits before us

and we watch with glassy eyes the images

feeling bad yet doing nothing

perhaps thinking we won’t matter

why bother

why try.

We light our candles

we say our prayers

but until we reach out in faith and hope

that some day we will wake up to a better place

because it was us who did something

anything

besides lip service

and turning the channel so as not to bear witness

thinking what we don’t see

does not exist,

we must have the courage to speak

we must take that step beyond the comfort

we must do it now.

 

I don’t get involved in politics, just ain’t my cup of tea as far as the election goes and I know a lot of people are quite spirited in their opinions, I just chose to be silent on that end. Yesterday I got a pretty huge flyer in the mail, little various pink woman shaped cookie cutter forms on the back, although I had to unfold it to see what it was about, quite happy that breast cancer awareness must have been responsible, yet in each cutout were words. Now it pissed me off, the first one said “Young and beautiful Piece of Ass”….then “fat pigs”, etc…now normally I would just throw it out and be done with it but I was thinking back as a young kid I was always excited to go get the mail, and I wonder if I were a seven-year old who knew how to read, and ran in to show it to mom, reading the words out loud, I would have gotten smacked for sure. What in the name of all that’s good gets into people’s minds…who would mail this? Now politics on tv, I can easily choose not to watch, but when it arrives in the US postal mail, now that made me angry. It’s a cute document, until you read it. Now tell me, if your child brought this in and read it to you, what would you think? Perhaps it’s just me, and it’s nothing I would normally share but it still makes me angry. Yes, the person who “said it” has his own opinions, yet do I really need to get this in my mailbox? Go door to door if you must and hand it to an adult. Really, I often wonder where these peoples heads are at….and you wonder why I dislike politics. Case in point. Now I have to start screening my mail? Perhaps make it smaller and not the size of my mailbox…or better yet…save the postage and don’t send it at all. Rant over, thanks for letting me roll this. Last politic post EVER, I promise 🙂

Peace and balance, K

Washed clean

We bathe ourselves in the sweetest dreams

captured in a mind aware

as lucid thoughts run free like rivers

washing the shores with their touch.

We dive into the knowledge we seek

like young masters, scholars of the wise ones

we swim in the pool of understanding

washed clean as we come to know

what love truly is.

We linger here watching the ripples

as memories move past and we see with new eyes

and let go in forgiving

we rise from the tide feeling fresh and alive

knowing the dirt has left to sink low

where it came from once

it returns now to itself

separate from this soul

as the drops fall I dry in the comfort

of a universal breeze that cools

and soothes

with its sacred self.