And with these healings: heal my sister, that voice inside your head, which echoes within your heart. Heal in rhyme, in freeform, haiku, sonnets & prose. Heal in any form, this healing is for you.
Heal the stories of your life that you have lived. Heal folk from other parts of you- that you give. Heal your long, lost song ,the long lost praise of” God of our weary years.” Heal your hymns & psalms, enchanted deep in bodies of the night.
Heal your world of life & mysteries. Heal with crayon, pen, paint, charcoal, chalk or ink. Heal in sweat, tears and faith. Heal of all you see, hear, listen, smell and taste. Heal your own purgatory, limbo, ecstasy and heaven. Of everything that holds your beings’ together.
Heal, pray & come alive. Heal with healings so deep, only your ancestors have taught you. Whispering healing in your dreams, with long Gaia-dresses, made of straw, broom, and mud to sweep. Healings of the sphere.
Healing dangerously, messy, and yearning to be born of you/ your healing to be. And when you think your healing is done, finished and complete. Those voices within your head, & soul will find you and beg. They’ll shout you into victory, dance for you in your sleep, and pray for you in the morning. Copyright ©2022 Krissy Mosley
I imagine myself to be totally exceptionally ,unconditionally extraordinarily, unconventionally, visionally- musings,
now awakening, a voice of kindness, a warm touch of living-change
~ your Poet Krissy Mosley
My candle would not burn, unless i turned it upside down. Or sideways, any-which-way but standard.
Lay me, down on my side, and if my flame is combustible . My wick is ajar my petals will creek.
Yet I’m not out of flame. Cider & Warm Spices, I give because you did not toss me aside. I give, because what is love, unless it’s given away? And what is love unless it bleeds? A heavy love of surrender- of- things, giving itself back to me.
I am reminded to sit in the presence of God,
as the presence of God abides in the each of us ~ with Love
Missing the Blog
but enjoying the sun!!!!
1) believe in miracles
2) Trust your instincts
3) Launch Out Into the deep
She is a black gypsy
her law is love
it is the fruit of her lips
and when she gives
she gives out of her belly
ancient waters – running(s)
of wisdom from purgatory
of lost soul- she loves to find
binding the ashes together
binding the smoke and flame
shadows of all shades
shadows of days – in lonely
shadows of nights – in longing
shadows of scratching and surviving
and when she gives the trees bow at her offerings
the sky breathe(s) – fresh winds in her direction
seedlings jump into germination
conjuring up the power of connection
the power of affection
the power – a simple touch
to heal lost souls like mine
~ Krissy Mosley
Today is the day I will be taking some time away
to be well,
be back soon…..