Our silver lined wishes,
thoughts on invisible strings
suspended in the darkness
like stars that shine on when obscured
behind the laughing clouds,
and butterflies chase twigs
search the nectar of a gladdened heart
in whimsical worlds aflutter
we stand in awe of the world at large.
Webs woven in the hours of night
we catch our thoughts unaware
of our conscious being watching,
pondering the depths of an endless ocean
and the school of knowledge swims forward
into the coming jaws of a new day
and a balance of being
merry on this teeter-totter moving
back and forth like a gentle tide
that knows when it is time
to come or go,
to stay for a while in a shallow pool
where treasure can be found
and goodness unbound
to fly higher in neon shades,
delicate wings like dreams soaring
on an invisible wind into the atmosphere.

Another piece in the stream of consciousness series….image taken at Lights in Bloom at Selby Gardens FL.

In shadows

In the flicker of movement
caught in the spaces where shadows reside
light filters in to seek us
dreamers standing in summer breezes
paying homage to the end of days.
We hear the whisper of crossing winds
swaying palms like native skirts dancing
back and forth hypnotize
mesmerize our minds in this quiet
where peace slips in
and we find the awareness
of everything and anything
within and without.
We escape into the darkness,
journeymen taking steps
following the prints found
from those who came before
and I wonder do those who fell behind
seek out the newest indentation,
wondering who came before them
and round the cycle goes
beach walkers lost in thought
as the waves move in and out.
The ocean
exhaling as we step within
brushes our toes with its watery breath
caressing us in its motion
as we sink down in
feeling the tiny shells and sand
knowing we are just a small part
of all we see
and the skies decorated with wisps of cotton
changing color as each moment passes,
we breathe in the salt of air
and let our thoughts drift
like bobbing boats
with blinking lights
slowly moving out of view
into the horizon.

Can never get enough of this place.

Falling sighs

Stones gather in pockets below
the quiet trickle of water falling
peace comes to the room of blue
universal bliss ensues,
falling water lulling the senses.

Too long left silent
the sound of a thousand sighs
slips down tapered stone and brass
leaving a languid space
welcoming to the peaceful mind.

Complete on bamboo base
round like circles cascading life
move the mind to drifting ripples
and the solitude of the I am
comes alive once more.

I found a table for my home fountain today, perfect for the blue room. I cleaned it out, added some water and plugged it in and now I am in meditationville once again. Ah the simple joys of life ❤ Namaste, K