The pursuit of peace

we wander the space,
caught on hallowed grounds
breathing in the air damp and clean
with feet that tread on softest grass
laying as far as eyes can see
a bed of comfort
home again.
A mind that see into forever,
gleaning the depths of lost souls
that carry the weight
of a thousand stones of heartbreak,
we test the waters
in pursuit of peace.
Nights of silence
broken occasionally by passing entities
rushing to find their way,
going somewhere,
nowhere in particular,
just zipping through the darkness
in search of more.
I breathe in the peace found
so far from the salted clouds
as memories in dreams seek attention
waking to find a comfort of sorts
in a well tuned instrument
of another day dawning,
with eyes that peer from sidelines
seeking to only understand
the changes afoot.
We return the old places,
like lost burial grounds of yesterday
we stand here amongst the familiar
yet sometimes find the soul that drifts
far afield amongst the wildflowers,
wandering in solitude
searching for comfort,
yearning for more.

On vacation with my love and the pups in the old hometwon, remembering the nature and seeing friends daily, sleeping like a babe, and loving the calm of this place.

Perspective

Gazing in anticipation,
eyes move to the prize that sits higher
and watching with patience
knowing with the time that passes
all will be as it should.
Yesterday remembered
with the smile of love
we span the time and travel
back to certain places
and recall the scent of days
beneath a languid sun,
perfect days of laughter
and the hope for more to come.
Grey hair graces a face
perhaps not wanting to see
the future of each of us
like battle scars giving proof
of a life well lived,
so we wait patiently
for the best,
the tastiest bite of these days
and linger just a bit longer
in a yesterday gone,
but seeing in the rays of afternoon light
another moment waiting
to be lived
to be loved.

A celebration of our “gracefully aging” girl Apple as this week will be her fifth year with us, 9 years young, we wonder where the time has gone and this picture from a few years back, still captures her food driven image patiently waiting for the tray to fall into her ever  waiting pie-hole. No, we didnt share…..too spicy for her, she got a bone instead….Life is so tough indeed.

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