"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 move...

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 kn...

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 ...

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 continue...

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 ...

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 ever...