Within these spaces

We linger within these spaces

captured in a reflection of beauty

gentle reminders for a deep breathing calm

miracles of time move us from darkness

into the spaces where light finds us waiting.

I had forgotten these things

as the cloud of sadness filled the thoughts with fear

I dove in like a parched soul so weary

hanging onto that which cannot be held,

until I stopped and became one

the color of a sunburst on a stem,

siesta blooms gracing the garden

by a loving mans hands.

I stepped out of the depths that tried to submerge me

eager for the hands that were always patiently waiting

to offer a healing thought,

a loving prayer for the beings I so love.

I need to be in this space more

allowing my hands to move with the flow of the words

pent-up too long needlessly,

not for fear but for the hurt and ache that leveled my mind,

I see the clouds moving in that will bring a welcome rain

and the blooms that are and those that will be

hold their faces up for the nourishment

that only a kind world can give,

and I shall be grateful and humble at the little things

never taking for granted the little or big moments

for they all shine.

I will overcome this moment and it shall pass

leaving me satiated and content

in the grace of gifts.

I have been absent for a little while, scared senseless for our little dog Chi and I thank you all so kindly for your words and prayers. She sits watching me write, and it feels so very good to be a little more at peace. The flower is a Siesta hibiscus that hubby picked out yesterday and planted outside of our bedroom wall, along with a mystery gardenia (2 actually), some spiky pretty pointy palmy things and alongside the pool, another gardenia and some Ixora plants that have dainty little flowers on them. The jasmine is beginning to bloom and I am breathing in and out, enjoying the moments and just letting things work in the way that they have to. Here is another pic of the siesta beauty. Stay warm and safe if you’re up North/East and thank you again for being the beautiful people of my world. Kim



How could I?

A mere fragment in that unexpected place,

Standing before something,

Knowing and remembering

Each glint and essence

In those eyes

As they smiled with a deep consuming fire,

The inner light shining like all of creation,

How could I have forgotten

The feeling of being in the presence of

A kindred soul?

On becoming

On a summer day of sun filled skies

I became a bee

moving from petal to petal

on yellow flowers

I tasted the sweetness of this life.

On a moonlit night I became the darkness

of a wolf moving through

the thick forests searching

with eyes that saw all.

On a wind I became a dying leaf

floating gently down to land

in colors of fall at your feet

waiting to be plucked up

and kept between pages.

On a crystal dawn I became a speck

sitting quietly on grasses

shining in the coming light

glistening in the simplest beauty

fragile with the warmth to come

setting me into motion to slide

into the depths of earth.

On the clearest night I became a star

gracing the cosmos with the wonder

of everything imagined

all that is unexplained

a light so very bright

I became the guide over your ocean

leading you home.



Years like petals
Starting curled up tight
Bit by bit
The nourishment of sun
Food of the soul
Slow motion unwinding
White satin sheets
Softly opening to receive
To become
To bloom into all it is meant to be.
The universe called me flower,
My life wrapped and tight,
I may unwind to the winds
Of change
Of seasons moving past
Of wisdom like awakening,
Of the truth of myself.
I am the seed given life.
I shall be splendid and adored
I am a gift
To the earth.
I am under the sun shining
A bud on the stem
One among many
But unique in my way.
In my peaceful garden
My mind dances on wind,
Open and free
To be.