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.

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.

Hidden signs

Waiting in his garden abode

watching the comings and goings

blessed in his peace

his eyes gaze forward

as the flowing jasmine crowns the mind.

Years pass by and he finds and gives

a calm to those who happen upon

the soul of the post and green flowing wall,

solitary is his game

being is his name.

Nestled in the jasmine

the scent lay heavy on the air

without a care we walk quietly by

more entranced with star like blooms

he says nothing as we move on

resting in his spot

a regular in this place.

 

We glitter like

Through words spoken
pieces of glitter like sparkling stars
can never litter
in their joyful beauty,
cascading shine beneath the sphere of lives
always seeing that which stands
before in goodness
we bask in the reflection of sincerity.
Life passes like a shooting glow
streaking past as we try so hard
to hold onto the tail of the comet,
reliving our youth
science fiction double features
we laughed and cried and sang along,
never knowing why but living alive
in that moment as we looked around
realizing we are all so different
yet not so very apart,
gathering the belongings of our upbringing
we moved like hobos for the exit
stage right or wrong
we knew something was waiting
just beyond the door,
another night
another show
always new and different
but the soul never changed
as the curtain fell,
somewhere there would be a light
over at that special place
where the good times never seemed to end.

Indigo

Mixed hues of indigo

pulling forth from the dampness,

the simmering clouds

of a gathering storm,

mind twists with winds of time

triumphant in the learnings

of letting go of needing it all.

Left the few behind like shooting stars,

too fast to keep up the speed

stopping beneath the swaying branches

of a thought that sought peace.

New colors and voices of the invisible

standing, waiting for the beginning once more,

taking the stage at intermission

to slip in and stand in the light

for just a quick second and take a bow

to those still seated,

not ready for the end of the act

but knowing there was always more to come.

Universe changes the known

into the new and unexplored moments

we find ourselves a part of like a grand surprise,

flowing into the life that has become

the flavor of the day

on indigo backdrop we spatter the words like glistening stars,

waiting for the sign

that we are heard.

I wish to thank you my friends for your patience lately while I’ve become quite caught up in the whirlwinds of life, friends in to visit for a week, work kicking up the schedule with more hours and trying to work in practice on the watercolors for the next class. A new color purchased, indigo, I am in love with its shades and what I can create with a sky. I miss you all, am playing a bit of catchup, but you are never far from my thoughts ❤ with love and blessings and as always, thanks for sticking around. Kim

Smooth

We stir the sediment

raising the fragments to the surface

under sunlit horizons trickling down

resting below the edge

on the bottom of the mind.

Clarity moves in while we linger

lost in idle conversation the clearing begins

smooth rippled awareness changes

the way we see through

the darkness.

Silken flow of thought

focused and secure in its richness

golden waves make the sweetest of memories

as the clutter moves out of view

and the goodness rises to greet

the open heart.

Seeing through the surface to forever

aware of each breath and emotion,

slumbering thoughts awakened

something so easy

when finally grasped like water falling through

cleansing the palette of a parched soul.

What price?

What price is paid

by the dreamers who gaze

on the midnight sky in love

with the universe?

Through dreams below a moon

who laughs in white silence

peering through to catch in slumber

the mind lost in other worlds,

does it know of our visions?

What price is paid by the hopeful heart

who wishes as a star falls on a calm night,

the glittering spark that shoots past much too fast

yet caught in the memory with a smile?

I know of no value worth pennies or millions

that compare with the view of a night sky,

below in a forest or beside the gentle waves

inspiration shimmers like a belief in more,

like the truth that we are one with it all.

Goodness

Lost in the grace of soft white

petals soft like butter fill the hand

heavenly scent of delight

a gift of one from the mystery.

Gardenia bloom hidden behind

glimpse of white brought forward to see

like a shy child awkward in her beauty

unsure in a wash of green.

First borne of the new addition

her siblings wait until their time

beneath a spring sun they will come forth

and share their gift to eyes and a scent

to carry on soft winds on balmy nights

slipping in quietly through the window to find

the dream swept souls beyond the wall.

This is our mystery gardenia….not sure why they call it a mystery but it did give one bloom yesterday that smells so heavenly. I couldn’t help but to share. We planted it beneath the bedroom window so as it grows taller, it will find us in our sleep, kissing us perhaps with sweetest scented dreams. There are other buds so more or on the way, a happy thing indeed.

Peace floating

Thoughts lay in tiny bubbles

color of worlds imagined deep within

meditate the way into the dreams

set free the dark in the silence of a fast beating heart.

Latent ideas waiting to be tapped

with a gentle push they fly higher

catching the wind and disappearing into the thinness,

she softly whispers her wish into the night.

Hours pass in a solitude

not quite confined yet trapped momentarily by images

yesterday and the fast paced beat of the fear

to consume or expel into the light

there is only one way to go.

She wears the scars of a thousand battles

invisible to the eye of those who peer within

the balm of time is the salve to heal

and the holes will close

leaving only a faint remnant behind,

of a day in the life better left forgotten

like dust motes scattered

and soundless they blow

into the eternity of space and energy,

watching the specks disappear

and tucking away the memory

of release.