"Peace" of Thought

     Rising Fragile as she enters Soft beneath the skin The solid edge it mentors The souls that lies within Her carried weight looks heavy Though thin and weak she grows Inside the tunnels long and dark From fingers to her toes And still you see her rising Often lost along the way She leads through storms and glowing suns Through white clouds and the gray While all along you question Precarious as it seems She makes it through the ups and downs That lead to lakes and streams And as she bathes she listens To songs that from her past Prepares her for the future Moments calm and sure to last Her solid wisdom rises And meets the strength inside For now she's entered golden fields With nothing left to hide CNK

The New Me   Defining a “Journey” I’ve never been fond of that word, journey.  That is until recently.  Through my eyes the word journey implied many things that I could not relate to in any conceivable way.  Early in my years of battling Major Depressive Disorder, I absolutely hated the word journey.  When I was in my greatest depths of illness, I thought the term journey implied that I was on a voyage that would lead me to an end, a good end with a positivity about it and a sense of completeness.  Journey to me was like a trip and implied there was a firm beginning and a wonderous destination, an achievement of sorts that we learn from while navigating over a few bumps on the road.  I pictured a journey as ending in a place of comfort, a final destination that was earned through enlightening experience. I felt this way for the first 5 years of my illness and cringed whenever someone told me I was on a journey of wellness and recovery.  For...

And she stood at the top of the staircase Looking down the perilous steps. Looking down the fragile railing She saw where she had been As she rested at the top Saving breath for her next climb And wondering if she would ever get there. But she stood at the top of that staircase Happily exhausted, With one eye wide open Remembering every laborious inhale And shallow exhale, Gasping at times, Remember her recent journey Moving upward, Moving forward. With only one eye open, She made it to the top And turned and broke a slight smile Knowing with all that she experienced The next staircase Would also be climbed This time With both eyes open. CNK

Inside the inside Outside the outside Finding ones way, Behind every corner, Then comes the answer, The end to the search. All is now done. For now.

Rising again, Seeking the sunshine. Only to find Darkness behind meadows, That appear, Grayer than that, That's turning black Step forward, step back Reluctantly observing the closed gate Cautiously enter the darkness Only to return if you're noticed. Full of possibility, Happiness somewhere The end

"There are days when the abstract speaks the most clearly." CNK

Speaking Souls Let us marry our fortunes together on this day, And share the wealth of knowledge, he thought. As he read his newspaper, lightly lost in the paper prints of published works. While she, posting her thoughts in the blackness of the pulsating screen And a glass of white, both gleefully grounded by what's been read not said. Let us also wipe the sleep out of our eyes she thought, Tomorrow morning let it come, while daydream thoughts of the stubborn sunrise, Intercept the grey cleansing clouds of the new days sky. And know that if I knew what was missing he thought, I would lead us down pilgrim's passage, through the darkness. Because the stories told by the songs of souls he thought, Tell of tales that begin by the roadside of faded signs. Let us each sing a little note she thought, While looking for the single street lamp lighting the way That will show us the path to the funky little home of kings and queens. So here, let us continue on he thought...

She Stayed Turn left they said, She turned towards the light. Go forward they said, She turned towards the night. Turn right they said, Her face grew pale. Go back they said, Her life a tale. Turn down they said, She felt the cold. Go up they said, Her steps were bold. Turn low they said, She kept her mind. Go lower they said, She fell behind. Turn higher they said, She crept along. Go fast they said, She stepped to song. Turn off they said, She stayed roadside. Go on they said, She stopped to hide. Don't turn they said She softly stood Don't go they said She stayed.

A Soft Return And so, after several months, I will once again share a few thoughts that stimulate thought in a few.  I thank those of you who have welcomed me back after several months of silence.  Please know, I am most prepared for a soft return filled with desirable purpose.  Once again, let us brighten our minds as we share whispering words which spark delicate and deepening meaning.  Together, let us travel for a few minutes each day and/or week and celebrate the gentle wisdom that is found in a "Peace" of Thought. CNK

Inside the stately coffee shop The cool of breeze seeps in Between the doors pulled open And brushes o'r your chin. Strangers note the time change With the wrinkles on their mind That creep out through their deep blue eyes Upon sidewalks you might find. The stream sweetens simple scenery Their chats mix a mellow melt Her smile sings of surrender While his touch is barely felt. Her cup pours milky mousse as such Tasting the whites of pure And swallows glancing all around Reveals the Sunday cure. CNK