Monthly Archives: June 2017

Mandala Meditation

dahlia-2449458_1280I gently let go – any (and all) desperation. I gently let go all worry. I gently let go of yesterday. I gently receive all miracles. I gently receive joy.

A gentle renewed love in hope in grace in wisdom.~Krissy




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I’m thankful for this blog to share a story, to share a plea.I’m thankful for glowing winds. I’m thankful for jolly mountain tops and dashing streams. I’m thankful for city parks and noisy streets. Most of all I’m thankful for quiets moments of peace. ~Krissy Mosley 2017

Image: by my own personal camera


Civil Uprising

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To deny a people their human rights is to challenge their  very Humanity- Nelson Mandela

The dignity of Justice will come /
she will lift up her head
all else will fall away.
So many are destitute they’re, skirts too short, their mouths are videos for a keepsake, it records- ever plays. We bare a naked stainless, faltering pleas.
Our fashions are robust, yet not well suited for its court
Sitting upward, cut down in a blink of a trigger
The dignity of one, advantageous to the blind, to the poor, to the beggar, indispose and she must contend with bedfellows, and be a concubine to law abiding foes
To cleanse a starry stench, and make her “crooked places straight” to divest her burden is not enough, nor every man’s day in court.
She must clothe herself in wisdom,
walk to Zion if you please.
Hold in trying times.
She who needs equity and dignity
in the name of Justice. Krissy Mosley2017

It was 1992:


I was ten maybe the girl-next-door was about eight. I remember the smoke circling our house. The flames escape me.  Just that afternoon I pleaded with mom to let me play in the back with our neighbor.  Her mother brought her baby sister outside. She sat her next to us – we’d bake mud pies and pretending to have houses of our own.

The sun seemed to be in a hurry, the street lights pressed in the fabric of our summer dresses.  Mommy called me to return. I climbed back through a cubby-hole that led from my backyard to my friend. The sirens blared just as night had settled down.

In the beginning, the smell of smoke had been faint but the fall out was too severe. Mommy stood in her robe praying and yelling for me to get back in bed.

When the newspaper arrived in the morning, I wanted to read it. My youthful mind, disturbed. My friend, taken to the hospital for 3rd-degree burns.  Her baby sister died due to smoke inhalation.  I remember my neighbor’s mother always smoked. Why would she burn the house down? Why didn’t I stay?

I counted each address on Cherry Street. I counted the two street lights over. My friend was placed in foster care. I was brave enough to go – I had to see for myself.

I crawled through the cubby-hole that led from my yard to her home. It was all rubbish. The pieces that were left told one story –  it would be mine alone to tell. I tried to pretend that she’d come home and wrap my mind around the year of 1992.

I can see the mud pies. The little baby in her swaddled pamper. I see the street lights turning on and the rusty hole that led from my yard to hers.

(true story from my childhood in San Antonio T.X. Photo image







Diaries of Refuge


My bones are clean on Africa’s couch, I’d left my tears asleep. If I’d wake those traveling tears we’d crossed Boston – cobblestones where our hips are made of tea.

My bones are peckishly-manufactured, to adhere but too often the river steals our bones away.  All along I’ve acquired this urban coast and hush my father’s bones asleep.

Before “The Warmth of Many Suns” beyond our hearts of flesh, my eyes return each resting flight,

watch the river abade, Ivory smile- her bones are made in mine.~Krissy

With these eyes I can see:


The troubles of this world – all consuming blaze/ to exchange these eyes for an intimate sight and return our fears to its depth.

“The fire next time has come.” A lusting thunder creeps. A wave for wave in this destruction is home. Without a prayer, I pray, we dying men will meet, a miraculous thing to see. A miraculous thing to see.~Krissy

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