Salt of life

Carried on gentle breezes
thoughts rest quietly on the mind,
watered down and moving perpetually
back and forth this rhythmic life
tides changing course
as we slide into the warmth
of a new and beautiful day.
Places call to the soul
as salty breezes soothe the senses
grey clouds linger
giving a dark tint to the day,
a drop here and there
threatening with the oncoming storm
we move about unencumbered
living as we must
regardless of the outcomes,
ready and waiting
foot tapping gently to the sound
of a breaking wave below.
Easy laid back moments
watching as the earth moves around us,
with us as she must
for we stand steady and calm,
just another day in paradise
we wander the sand in solitary thought
feeling alive and whole
nourished by the echo
of our heart beating in time
sprinkled with seasoning
and glistening with a drop or two
of showers quenching the thirst
of a mermaids soul.

Unburied

We unearth our treasures unknowingly,
lost bones gathered on silent sand
washed ashore like mermaid souls,
quietly wandering in ghostly apparitions.
We gather together
bits and pieces of a dying life,
what once moved with the undulating sea
now tossed aside like yesterdays trash.
Picked by clever hands
stowing away into the gaping empty bag,
fossils of a thousand years away
yesterday cleaned and tucked into jars
kept in the sun and cherished.
We unbury mementos as we walk along
not searching for the particular
just these gifts from the sea offered
waiting for the eye to catch
to silently wonder in awe
just what it is that is finally found.
What once was so strong,
carried on the back and found so deep
majestic creatures that still inspire
yet dwindling in numbers we cast our eyes outward
searching for sight or sound,
for we know they will sing
though we may never hear the song,
we know the beat of the waves
from cradle to the grave,
we become one with this history
unburied and gifted
and loved.

A photo of my finds at the beach yesterday, a whale vertebra, a shell with a peaceful little heart broken through it, and what I think is some sort of dead coral, rather stiff yet pliable….thought it was a fish carcass at first. Just thought I’d share my finds, have yet to wash off the sharks teeth, another small bag in itself. The whale vertebra is the size of my palm. Very cool finds 🙂

Living layers

Lost in the deepest corners of the darkest sleep

hours pass living out scenes with strangers

and eyes that dig deep with knowing

into the soul as we watch the moment

like a television show first seen in color,

with wonder we breathe in the clouded air,

as if a long-lost spirit you’ve once known

watching you intently with a hint of smile,

as you recognize somewhere below

in that layer that you knew existed,

yet had never entered-

the calm moves over smoothing the storm

as the heart beats in time

with the dream realm story before you.

In dreams do we see

hints of those passed on into the energy of now,

connections of spirit that call to us,

we wake refreshed and smiling

for even in knowing the experiences not real

yet always remembered with a certain fondness for their being.

Do we gather lessons we’ve learned

while visiting these corners of the mind,

are the faces unfamiliar yet known

perhaps sent for reasons beyond our minds perception?

Deep eyes looked into mine and I had the sense

they were sent with a message

and as the weight of days were lifted and carried,

I felt like I could fly into the gathering clouds

knowing that movement was now needed

to join the underlying layer

to become one with the deepest self,

to be

to breathe upon waking

into a realm of peace.

Thoughts on a dream I had last night, a stranger whose eyes seemed so very familiar, kind and light and in conversation I left, walking away feeling as if the weight I had carried had been lifted away and that in allowing, I had become free. I like dreams like that ❤

Glitter like gold

We live our lives

like tides moving in and out

never stationary for any given moment,

glittering like gold on the ocean waves.

We come to places that bring peace,

passers by in this second of time,

watching the faces of strangers

dappled in light from the sinking sun,

we shine when we feel

the salt spray glisten upon our souls,

hushed words at sacred places where

nothing remains but candles and the sense

of a moment when everything changed,

saying our prayers to the clouds above

for something beyond our fingers touch.

Mermaids slip silently by,

their bodies languid on the gentle waves

a flicker of a circle and then into the depths,

on their way to their next audience.

We smile as we move on our way

memories captured to carry

away with our hearts

as we gaze behind in the mirrors,

content to be breathing,

to be at peace.

An accident occurred where this image was taken, a father and daughter plunged their vehicle into the water, and although a few attempted the rescue, were unable to save their lives. There are two candles and a bouquet of flowers to mark the spot, where we had walked so many times before. A solemn place this night where the sunset glittered on the waves like gold. Rest in peace Carol and Gene.

 

Of the sea and sand

We leave imprints in the sand of hearts,

friends and days filled to overflowing

moments shared for just a small bit of time

just enough to cement the bond

of smiles and laughter

understanding and kinship.

We live by the sea that flows like a thousand days

passing us by often too quickly,

capturing snippets of a memory to carry

along for the ride through the skies.

You can only gather so much

hands in a frenzy to take in each piece of beauty,

and a page of each lesson learned,

every new color embossed upon our thoughts.

The Opera Rose who speaks to all,

and a pastel water filled world unfolding,

a word or thought,

a sigh or smile,

it all means so much when brought together

and embraced like a wildflower that thrives

in the direst of circumstance,

and we never question what happens,

why certain people we encounter just surface at that right time,

like mermaids and the mighty octopi of the depths,

mysterious yet embraced because we know

in the deep of trust we find the good,

we sit mesmerized by the gifts life gives

as it indeed knows just what is needed

at those times when souls collide

like a thousand stars in skies beyond our view,

we embrace the finite of the here and now

knowing tomorrow is just another day

unlike any before or any that will follow,

an emptiness will linger

as we empty our cups of used colour,

we are humbled to leave our prints,

allowing them to be washed away as the moon rises

and another night departs,

our thoughts remain stoic and strong

knowing where there are friends within

we will rise to the surface to find

a golden sun setting

or an almost full moon rising

to bookend the time

between yesterday and tomorrow.

Thinking of a beautiful soul I met this Spring, who filled my day with a light happy calm and a smile to light up any moment, may the ride home be calm and peaceful and your days be full until your return, and always know that you’ve enriched my life as no one else will ever do. To Seattle Sue ❤ Peace and blessings, and a special shout out to Angie ’cause I know you’re reading this. No comments needed my beautiful friend, just happy you’re a big part in my little piece of this universe ❤ to friends ❤ priceless.

 

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.

Silver lined

Days filled to overflowing

ocean water blue-green cascading around my legs

cool wetness soothing the spirit

just being at one.

Waiting in line noticing the color

pastries lined on silver trays

as the old man ahead decides

wearily leaning on the worn cane

hands thick with worn veins

confusion in his lost blue eyes

she orders for his decision cannot be made

in a timely pace she moves him aside

cast off like a sinking ship

his eyes look down as he shuffles away.

I wonder then, staring at the hues of bread,

when was it last that he felt the ocean

caress his weary soul,

and does he dream of silver lined clouds

his youth so far away

and I know I too shall someday pass into the space

where he resides in slow motion,

and I exit through glass to see the gathering clouds,

gently waiting in a blue sky,

and I know there must be a silver lined thought

waiting there for me to reach

to grasp it firm and hang on,

to fly in the atmosphere of the young,

to remember the importance

before it fades to grey.

I’ve been practicing my artwork again and a friend requested to see a bit of what I’ve been dabbling in. The clouds are with my new indigo waterpaint and the collection below if a little of what we’ve been working on in class……and miles to go before I am any good, but damn, so glad I am blessed to see the colors, not only in the paints but in this life. Spent the morning in the ocean, walking for an hour with hubby and collecting more sharks teeth and “just being”, it had been far too long and the ocean was calm and I am in a good space. Peace and love, K

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With the flow

 

We ripple our thoughts on purpose,

watching them move up and down

coming together for but a moment

then watch as they slip away once more.

We wonder where they move to,

what lies in their depths we can no longer see,

feeling them brush by, leaving just a hint

of their former selves

then dissipating into nothing.

I dream in colors some days

as the rain falls beyond the glass

slippery pearls dripping down one by one

and I lie and watch the slow motion of the fan

circulating on its journey

moving the invisible air around

cooling my body with its quiet touch.

So many things to do,

a million words slipping here and there,

sometimes falling onto stone

permanent marker time cannot erase,

for I leave them behind

like stepping-stones for those to come

to wonder whose hand it was

that etched the primitive images

and what did they mean

back in the day

before their time began.

Peace of water

I moved through waves that become

salted caresses of the blue

washing in and out over sun drenched skin

finding peace tumbling at my feet.

Bright sun shines on the glittering pool

empty beyond the boats on the water

horizon of sight etched of skies of blue

touched down on the mind like a softness

too often forgotten on busy days.

Round world held in hands like a treasure

the scent of life permeates

as the swaying of these undulating waves move

feeling so very delicious and alive

here and now.

In and out aware of falling into bliss

of this moment at the sea

of finding the calm essence of me.

Hues of mist

Swirling dappled mist

grey balanced on water green

into blue they move

keeping watch for something

in their mind

living their life of calm.

Flapping wings lift through

haze of shadows reflect the light

creeping through to burn a hole

to seep into the poets soul.

Water sprays on endless rock

as fishermen wait with patient airs

and the flock moves bobbing on tiny waves

as we walk into the murky haze.

Days of new I see here now

the wings of beauty draw closer somehow

and sit beside they pose a spell

then flying off into the cloud

I wish them well.

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Going, going…see ya.
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Look at me….
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Goodbye…gone fishing
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Seeping through…