"Peace" of Thought

A Dragon's Vision Without memory of vivid dreams, he soared just beneath the hovering vapor of charged greys and felt the moisture tease his trailing tail. His glossy large wings carried him effortlessly in search of the dreams he was told he had missed.  At this height, his eyes were perfectly focused on every leaf that fluttered in the forests below and he breathed in a heavy rainfall scent throughout the gradual decent towards the spoken ideal.  They said his lack of dreamy sleep kept his breath burning with fire and his soul a slushy mix of icy cold oceans.  He imagined the dream that might guide a purpose that they felt was best for a dragon. For the dragon that carried this seemingly aimless existence caused fear in the eyes of others. The earth was scared and the mountains shuttered with the unknown. This response was typical. His decent was slow and he peered into every movement as dragons do, and while he could grasp with strong bony claws at any thought or crea

Brilliance Synchronicity resulting in wonder Carries overflow into the perimeter Of everyday breaths Drawing saturated whispers That blow further than far. Negative charges in the haze Hanging red light that startle and summon Gazes from curious minds Claiming energy that is suffering to connect With the universe colliding inside. CNK

Hope Always Hope walked in and handed me a shovel. But the hole I dug was too small. Hope returned with a fantastic bouquet of lilacs. But my red swollen eyes welted with tears. Hope slipped pure honey in my tea. But it was steaming and too hot to sip. Hope slid into my room on each sunbeam. But there were still dark shadows on my bed. Hope jumped into my glass of red wine. But my dulled mind spilled it all over. Hope wiped my 3am tears. But the flood was too heavy and strong. Hope wrapped its warm arms around. But it was tight and wouldn't let go. Hope seeped into my broken soul. But it kept giving and didn't give up. Hope hugged with a slow, loving tune. But it danced with surprise in my blood. Hope won and pursued in my thoughts. But it started spiraling in its own intent. Hope grew and gifted forever. AND, it grew wings for all that I knew. CNK

Remembering Did she remember that first incredible moment, that she realized she was here. Not there, but here like your thoughts. Did she remember that first curious minute, that she saw her green naked self? Natural like screaming white waters. Did she remember her first awareness of position, and that chance played an unforgiving role? With the souls, the spaces and lands. Did she remember the first place of decisions, that power or lack thereof? Crazy with survival and status. Did she remember she lived not as one, but as a community with tiny weaved vessels? Bloods rooting deeper through rocks. Did she remember the first reason that sent her, existing for all of experience? Absorbing the lights and the dark. Did she remember that earths souls collected, will blend energy together as one? Sparkling, vibrating, flowing. Did she remember that life is just that. Just that. Just life. Choice giving energy to moments. Did she remember that life's gifts are hidden

Healing There is a deep and distant whisper causing an uncertain feel, a sad and slightly lonely, growing sense of shrinking away.  Away from the light and shrinking from the energy that keeps me sheltered and warm.  Warm with the softest strong arms that have continuously held tight. Tight and then somewhat decisively, slowly releases each second, every minute, ever so slightly, every night and after every long day.  Days that the warm flames of energy then begins to display increasing exhaustion. Exhaustion as it reluctantly begins to pull away and becomes quiet and cool from fatigue. Fatigue from always holding. Holding the bodies of the cold that emit sadness and dark. Darkness that creeps and spreads infecting the higher energy if it remains too long. Long difficult struggles for each, are now a creeping reality. Reality continues to flirt tirelessly with both parties as they sadly start to depart, although if you saw it, they each try so hard to hold on. Onward it goes with

The Shiny Red Ball An amazing and simple little story occurred over the past two weeks as I drove my 13 year old son to school each morning at 8:25 am. Simple observations that were lovingly shared during our regular morning drive to school and consecutively seemed to speak so many wonderful things. Think, wonder and smile. Let me start by saying, I love driving my kids to school in the mornings.  It's time that I have my young teenager's full attention, and he has mine. Our drive to school is full of conversation, stories, updates and music. It's connection time for each of us and time we look forward to every morning.  The drive is only 15 minutes from driveway to schoolyard, but it is my favourite time of the day.  This little story starts on a really cold Monday morning with dark grey skies, crisp wind and a countryside of dirty white snow and yellow grass patchwork. It was a tired dull early spring day, our heater was on full, but blasting just above cool, and

He's Fine. Who took him to town, the outskirts, so brave? Who took him there with favours to save? Who took him to shiver,  10 floors up? Who made him pour liquid love in each cup? Who made is voice cry orange, browns and greys? Who hid his face inside all clever plays? Who wished for fountains to sprinkle him black? Who wanted his stare focused on steel cold track? Who wanted him frozen on rocks by the lake? Who wanted his hands with pressed powders to take? Who wanted his green eyes to close with a blink? Who knew his red splattered bright in the sink? Who saw his eyes, working hard to disguise? Who know he sings to hide all of his cries? Who sees his wonder with every breath? Who thinks he thinks about endings and He's fine. CNK

It Was Think. It was. In fact... It is. It's amazing. It's amazing light. It's amazing light blue. It's amazing light blue with reflection. It's amazing light blue with beveled edges. It's amazing light blues with silver. It's amazing, those lights. Sparkle. It's amazing light. It's amazing. It is. I think. It was. It really was. CNK

Layers I am adding new pastel layers every day. So thin are they, most can't see. But they are me. Creating impressive years of accumulation. Adding weight to that which already pains, Even more than the original wound.  Someone please.  Every song. Every love. Every spark teases  And my mind quickly creates thin white  Sheets to add to the layers like veils. I tell myself they are protection. I patiently allow them and wait. One day, the wind will blow so gently, and With great purpose,  will create reveal. Showing my soul again.  And I am fearing this is but another layer We convince ourselves is hope. CNK

The Strong Kind I was struggling a little. Well, actually, quite a bit. I was struggling with how to introduce the thoughts that came strong and loud into my busy mind as my workday ended and I drove quietly up our backcountry hill toward home. So, as anyone might do, I turned up my 1980's playlist and blared it as loud as I could tolerate.  A fifteen minute drive was almost enough to get me to a more organized heavy heap made up of the days interactions and events. There isn't a day that passes that I don't become significantly more aware of the nature of our social interactions and what they mean, where they come from, how we "play" a role that we believe is who we want the world to see.  It is my obsession to look deeply.  I analyze and evaluate multiple angles and create visions of peoples sense of purpose, their level of awareness outside their own immediate perimeter.  I can say, I usually learn something new every single day and love that. It likely has

Reasons Purpose A sphere that radiates delicious whites. Keeps Hanging together in crowded rooms. When Spheres of wisdom illuminate. And Makes what needs to be made. Wishing For thought addictions purist remedy. For Curious reasoning. The Curious mesmerizing sphere that sways. While Enduring the present greys. Gently Letting it float like an invisible bubble. But I beg to differ with every angle. So Just Be Cause I'm in current need. You're Perusing the infinity of present time. Hesitating With a gentle shake. Thinking Of muddy rivers in May. Continuing In past presence. Spreading Timid minds throughout. Encouraging Streams of think inside. Looking For reasons purpose. CNK

Really Beautiful "To Tan" There is this beautiful woman. So lovely really, I wish you knew her. She is so thirsty for warm drops of pearl that will seep into her already softened heart, And hungry for mind-love, like large cardboard puzzle pieces that laugh. Her disease is extremely contagious, with a smile that spreads miles over humming forests. And if you could see her, hear her and love her thoughts, You would understand little. She falls deep into melody, with tones that spell passion. Her story is found in complicated words that have been spread throughout time. She hurts like no other, and this is the most important part For if you knew her well, you would see how she uses her tool. She selects based on weakness, and for them hides her own, She balances the wild adventurous search, with the steadiness of home ground. She bleeds when in need, and she shouts when she's done. She requires a forest to wander, a red flower to pick, a skyscraper to cli

I can't find a safe word, will you wander with me inside? Will you lay bridges between the grasses? I cant find the sound, do you recall it from noisy crowds? Were you there when it all was told? I can't reach the top, are you right there and glancing down? How do you balance at such a height? I can't feel the breeze, does your long hair blow into your eyes? Why do you keep trying so hard? I can't see ships, will they sail fast and a little closer? When did your delicate heart reach that rhythm? I can't stay awake, will you cover my swollen face? Who will sing with me until darks end? CNK

Trust Just some simple thought... "To the women I know who have come back from hurt and give give give all of themselves and afraid to trust again the love of others. " She was afraid to connect. So afraid she may fall. She stayed a step back. Safe from them all. Friends held her hands tight, And hugged her so warm. She wanted so badly, To come out from the storm. But the last time she tried, Her mind broke in two And her heart was so bruised. A spectrum of blue. And the ones who saw past Her beautiful charm, Would wait there forever, Protect her from harm. They loved her to pieces And still to this day. They love and support And push all fears away. CNK

Tight White Corner Forward. Forward. Forward. Smoothest paths of grey. Forward. Forward. Forward. The stars ignite her way. Forward. Forward. Forward. Her heart predicts the pace. Forward. Forward. Forward. The blazing trail she'll chase. Forward. Forward. Forward. The colours spill and blend. Forward. Forward. Forward. She needs not think, pretend. Forward. Forward. Forward. The colours separate. Forward, Forward,  Forward. With all that  speaks to fate. Forward,  Forward,  Forward. Every single left and right. Forward. Forward. Forward. Each breeze ignores the fight. Forward, Forward, Forward. Determined not to fall. Forward,  Forward,  Forward. Tight white corner. That is all. CNK

She dreamed but just a bit, blue light. It was soft. It was night. It was splendid. She breathed deep, and her mind took flight. It was soft. It was night.  It was splendid. She let go,  with  slight delight. It was soft.  It was night.  It was splendid. She slept, though the room was bright. It was soft. It was night. It was splendid. She released, floated toward the light. It was soft. It was night.  It was splendid. She sleeps. CNK

Moonlight Darkness didn't fall that night, it tripped over the glaring sudden chance of thought, that it sought. It fell hard over long fields, disorienting the grain, and withered in pain.  It became hurt by the sounds and so quietly, with soft spirit, silenced all flight, disappearing from sight. It grew limbs full of the loudest sharp, a stabbing squeal, and then, spread harsh, cold,  grey soil wherever it went, it did not relent. It rushed through the endless curves of the deepest root and searched endlessly for all that was death or with labored breath. It crept through every long narrow channel then etched out it's own, with ease, just as it pleased.  It outwitted the blue flowers and they closed quick with fear, they knew it was near. It caused brave living mountains to freeze, like sad lonely statues,  made of black diamond stone, and they were scared and so very alone. It succeeded in painting leaving empty grey pots, with splashes of spots.  It made life hide away

EPOH Do you know EPOH? It's a puzzling name. It's behind many locked doors, but the key is the same. EPOH is everywhere, yet so hard to find, The large silver key lies deep in your mind. And sometimes it's hard, if you can't find this place, So you keep screaming EPOH and search for it's face! And when you feel like you're losing, and the roads end is near, EPOH is close, though you're living in fear. But as lost as you feel and far as you've gone, You feel like you're spinning, and something feels wrong, One day, the fog lifts, with the help of your friends, And help from your family, they help clear your lens, And EPOH appears with a sparkle of light, Igniting your trust, bringing you out of the night. The key in your heart shakes with reveal of great scope, The secret of EPOH, that all know as HOPE. EPOH was there, in your mind, in your heart, And for all who go through this, it's the difficult part. But with hope finall

Hidden in Glitter She wears it well and grooms the shawl. She needs it and she keeps it all. She makes her way and blinks not twice, From place to place, they say she's nice. And underneath, is where blurred eyes And tears, and scars and lullabies. Dark purple circles, black some say, Tell stories of the night from day. The torments of her spiraling mind Exist within, in front, behind. But before presented for all to see, She showers in her sparkled glee. She wears it well, and grooms her shawl And hugs it tight until nightfall. CNK

Kept Silent they are, those voices I feel, Standing taller than he Who continue to kneel. With the sounds of the dark, A release of blue light They hover, they scream Hating all that is bright. Provoked by songs spark, Their voices scream loud, Handcuffing the brave Punish she who is proud. When their work is complete, They will quiet right down And melody will tell If she lifts up her crown. So she will stay quiet Remain in the grey Protected from life Told coldly to stay. And - Silent they are, those voices I feel Standing taller than he Who continue to kneel. CNK

What's With Why? This is the not so famous question that no one is asking. And that is precisely why I'm asking it. The question has been asked over centuries, it is out there.  In fact, there is a fair bit of information. But you need to look hard. It's  waaayyy out there.  I have seen it, I have done some reading about it, and it is quite intriguing. The philosophy of "why" is absolutely worth a good  Google search if you would like some brain numbing but fascinating thought. There are multiple books, in print and online.   What's with why anyway?  Allow my musing to entertain your open mind as I explain the importance of a mass societal movement and a return to asking why? The last of our human inquiring needs with regards to survival, is the seeking beyond an immediate answer.  We humans, historically and currently are notoriously talented and very in-tune with our needs for answers to the obvious who,  what, when and to where?  But, only in the mo