Haiku of palm

Nature speaks to me
the whisper of palms so soft
calling me back home.

Essence of a breeze
cottony clouds lay waiting,
a daydreamers life.

Hypnotic waves move
through to touch this lonely soul,
carry me away.

Photo of coconut palms taken at the Edison Ford Winter estates in Fort Myers Florida yesterday.


Searching the skies

We move like the leaves
swaying in our places back and forth,
watching as the life of clouds are born
and settling into a calm and easy pace
as the dust settles
after the storm.
Crazy worlds we spin upon
round and round the sun shines through,
as time marks passage
we watch the numbers add up
calling to us to dig deep within,
the symbolism never lost
to the one who believes in the highest of things,
we carry on
lifting loads and taking steps,
knowing there will be a moment
when all is revealed,
we will know
the truth of goodness
that shall prevail.

Clouds hang overcast then change back to sun, thoughts are filtered as the heart slows into a peace. The day which swirled into a tempest, has left the mind alert yet knowing,
my computer threw me to a site that says I had a devastating error, on the apple page, gave the number to call….all said and done, they said that I was majorly compromised but they would fix the issue with their level 9 support. Your’s for only 399$, cheaper than a store would they said. I declined the offer and hope for the best, beefing up my firewall, etc….Wish me luck that all ends well as I’d hate to find out it wasn’t B.S….thanks for your patience, today was supposed to be spent catching up, not freaking out over this, so for now, off to my happy place and when the timer goes off and I come back on, wish me luck. Sometimes this world is just a messed up place, but keeping the faith in truth. Peace and love and see y’all tomorrow my friends, K

Blue ripples

We kick our feet about,
splashing through this thing called life
blue skies and oceans deep
with sun rays beaming through morning clouds,
we live the almost same moments
with each rising morn,
breathing in the air
and slipping invisible gratitude notes
into the thick fogged air.
We smile at the little things,
seeing new and old sights as we pass on by
sometimes registering the images
yet often lost in wandering thoughts
floating on a mind of waking.
It is here we can come to be
happy or sad
never knowing where the day may take us,
we strive to stand tall,
to do good,
to share some joy and love
with those with empty pockets and hearts,
we feel our lives keeping tempo
with the feet that move through each second
and carry us forward into another new hour
blessed by the sights, sounds, and scents
of this place we call home,
and of the soul we feed with life.