Tag Archives: dreams

Morning Practice: Prayer & Meditation

I pray one day,

 you wake to find you are person you dreamed of,

with a life fulfilled,

& a smile upon your face

~your poet Krissy Mosley

by the author of A Poet’s Vision
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

My Dream Home:

i give my dreams a home: a place, my dreams can feel loved, where my dreams can take off their shoes, at the end of a long day’s journey, 

i believe, my dreams love out loud, they love outside of me, my dreams have fireplaces all of their own, cozy up to their own kitchen tables, make themselves chamomile tea, in teacups of wooden carved-makings,

my dreams need lots of space to move around in, to be welcome, to feel safe in, to explore the world within me. 

i welcome my dreams/ my dreams live here, there’s a welcome mat at the front door, there’s chicken soup for those weary nights, you have to keep the lights burning, a warm bath to rest those old spines, 

 a bit of jazz and soft splashes of rain, and wind to nourish the shadow- soul, hints of cinnamon, and winter spices tiptoe lightly, beside the dreamer and her dreams,

across the window sill there are dream-pods,

with names of things she’s planting, 

each one, a new love, 

each one, a starry-night, 

blooming rainbows in their own timing, 

gently she says, 

carry fire, and let it be magnified, 

honestly/ unearth/ dreaming-sorrow, 

the ones she let die without watering, plucking and pruning. 

pour libation, give your dreams a song, 

a witnessed potential, feather -spirits, 

call the ancestors, give me remembrance.  all rights reserved Krissy Mosley©2022

Desire:

I need the sky to walk down and touch me

freckles of memories

mark my journey

from where I’ve been

and where I’m going

Only the sky can see

wings of faith-

See me carry my paper children

feed the souls with light and promise

that soon we birth our dreams

to fly

I need the sky to come down and touch me

pick up my fragile pieces

bottle up my tears

teach me how to

carry my paper children

VisionarieKindness 2015

Letters of me:

Let the ceilings fall

Let the earth open it’s lungs

Let the magic in the trees reach out to me

Between here and sanity

Between lost shoes and bare feet

Between the atoms of waters

Between the sky and I

I am Wilde

I am aggrandize gold

I am …

VisionarieKindness 2015

Breathing Light:~ Thích Nhất Hạnh

“Breathing in, I see myself as still water.
Breathing out, I reflect things as they are.”

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
Image credit: Autumn Stream, by Art G., (CC BY 2.0), https://goo.gl/ZFbOk4