Filaments

We connect unexpectedly,
fissures threaded into one thought
weaving through the stratosphere,
invisible haven of a realm of peace
gathered tribe as one
bound on the path to a higher plane.

We seek the counterpart to ourselves,
isolation in a moment of release found
we are gathering the tools of wisdom
as we seek the answers to what lay within,
knowing the words of the mind
wait in tender bouquets of brilliance
colored with the music of a universe united.

Traveling the miles of space,
we play hopscotch with the stars above
beneath the lazy moon that lingers
lighting the way to our nova of dreams
we spread the laughter and joy like petals
watching them all fall down like rain,
and taste the drops of sweetness found
when like souls find one another,
into their being we gaze deeply
understanding we are all as one somewhere
in the cosmic kingdom of eternal happiness.

Knowing

We can see an image and feel

knowing that a sharp edge will indeed draw blood,

that care must be taken

and we have learned this from somewhere

someplace in our lives.

Like fire, we know that if we get too close

we shall be burnt,

we will blister and peel

as someone taught us this too.

Why then when we see injustice

do we turn a blind eye, seeing the pain

and the fear

and realizing like seeing a malnourished pup

we want to hold accountable the soul

who had no soul,

who was able to do this so easily

as if it didn’t matter,

humanity sits before us

and we watch with glassy eyes the images

feeling bad yet doing nothing

perhaps thinking we won’t matter

why bother

why try.

We light our candles

we say our prayers

but until we reach out in faith and hope

that some day we will wake up to a better place

because it was us who did something

anything

besides lip service

and turning the channel so as not to bear witness

thinking what we don’t see

does not exist,

we must have the courage to speak

we must take that step beyond the comfort

we must do it now.

 

I don’t get involved in politics, just ain’t my cup of tea as far as the election goes and I know a lot of people are quite spirited in their opinions, I just chose to be silent on that end. Yesterday I got a pretty huge flyer in the mail, little various pink woman shaped cookie cutter forms on the back, although I had to unfold it to see what it was about, quite happy that breast cancer awareness must have been responsible, yet in each cutout were words. Now it pissed me off, the first one said “Young and beautiful Piece of Ass”….then “fat pigs”, etc…now normally I would just throw it out and be done with it but I was thinking back as a young kid I was always excited to go get the mail, and I wonder if I were a seven-year old who knew how to read, and ran in to show it to mom, reading the words out loud, I would have gotten smacked for sure. What in the name of all that’s good gets into people’s minds…who would mail this? Now politics on tv, I can easily choose not to watch, but when it arrives in the US postal mail, now that made me angry. It’s a cute document, until you read it. Now tell me, if your child brought this in and read it to you, what would you think? Perhaps it’s just me, and it’s nothing I would normally share but it still makes me angry. Yes, the person who “said it” has his own opinions, yet do I really need to get this in my mailbox? Go door to door if you must and hand it to an adult. Really, I often wonder where these peoples heads are at….and you wonder why I dislike politics. Case in point. Now I have to start screening my mail? Perhaps make it smaller and not the size of my mailbox…or better yet…save the postage and don’t send it at all. Rant over, thanks for letting me roll this. Last politic post EVER, I promise 🙂

Peace and balance, K

And they spoke…

How could I have forgotten

On the endless quest for the light

That darkness would always follow

Lessons to learn

Images to memorize

On our way through this life

We see what we long to

Ignoring the signs,

Dead end streets that leave us wondering the direction

Internal compass in perpetual kitty wampus,

Is that a word I’d often heard to describe the state

Of chaos,

And the birds chatter on branches endlessly,

Yet Poe is no longer around to decipher the script

And I hold up the cardboard sign

Pleading for understanding on a desolate site

and yet they move on like passengers

Locked into the endless 3D screen,

Waiting for a conclusion,

And here I sit in thought wondering….

There they go again

Driving by as the red light changes to green

I am unseen.

Into bushes I will move as the light I sought

Burns too deep,

And I will escape into the night,

Befriended by the darkness

Slipping into the nest

I call home.

Many thoughts moving….a large homeless population in the small city/town that is home…as seasons change….darkness and light battle….I give my thougts to the lost souls near and far.