Tag Archives: healing

Singing Bowls of Me:

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My life is a singing bowl

levitating over the song in my head

sometimes I simmer on repeat

sometimes -nimble, sometimes I catch the light

having conversations with my darkness

sometimes beautiful things, sometimes I just be there

bathing, dripping in the goodness

My life too is a singing bowl ~kindness sister Krissy

“Command Me’ To Be Well” Dear kindness Mother (Earth)

Dear kindness Mother, there is still much to discover. How the sky arrives to us in big puffy masses? How humanity has assumed, humans would always be at the top of the food chain.

now something is eating us. Or was it always. So we ask: How safe are our mask? How did it happened? How careless were we not to recognized?

but there in another instant, as the morning dew, replenishes- ancient- Mother. Too my surprise! I saw faith in a beautiful world, once so far apart. Once too distant to notice, a full sweeping-wind. Too busy to care about the smell the of marigolds or watch a daisy spin.

Dotted I’s. me- me-me and mine. A worldly -worlds’ consuming…

And now I see, a pulling together. Imam’s, Priests, Pastors, Rabbi, Master’s, Bishops,Pope, Witch doctors, Sky-Mother, Guru’s, Druids, and even those to sacred to tell.

Praying for healing blessing Mother Earth to be Well.

photo by canvas- created by the kindness sister

Dear Kindness Diary:

I came here because the the world is always changing. Sometimes I am too.

Yet and still…

I believe human kindness is a way of putting our arms around the world with compassion in raw un-edited truth that changes the way we write poetry. Kindness, I believe is a moral lifestyle. I’m just trying to do my part in making the world a better place.

I believe kindness-poetry can be felt- chirping off the page. Even now, there’s this gentle nudge that lets’ me know, I’m not alone. That’s kindness.

I believe in kind words that can grab you from the edge of defeat, place you in the center of everything and watch your spirit rise. In the words of Alice Walker, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”

That’s kindness too.

I believe kind-poetry in this kind-way lift voices out of ghost towns, and ghettos, and prisons- and makes our human experience- transform as to what it has been into visions of hope, and growth and strengthen our mere existence from invisible, margins of living and dying but we all could use kindness as a way of loving ourselves and each other. We could all use human kindness to rebuild extraordinary lives from what has been,

to what human kindness, still must be.

your kindness sister Krissy

God's Math is different when God does the adding…

Bring back the days, Mama would say, “its’ okay to be crazy

its’ okay to be afraid” – stores running empty, people running insane,

I read in the good book, one woman and child,

had only one jug of oil, one last cake – “that they may eat it and die”,

the prophet replied “make what you have for me, you won’t go without”

her faith lead her to believe and they were satisfied for many days.

So though, it may rain, or sun has come to bring her gift to earth.

I’m so sure this prayer may take awhile…

God you feed the raven, keep the brooks and rivers full.

you pull down the seasons of white snow and change

you called us by name, you still hold the whole world in the palm of your hand, you breathed life down into my lungs,

I give this prayer like sweet smelling rose,

calm every nerve in my body, soothe every ache

transcending the worlds on lock down,

sending manna for bread, and oil that won’t run out

Amen

The Light is Still Coming:

such a beautiful storm

seas talking with the ocean,

seen a many things passing, fearful and normal

never saw this day a-coming.

what If I can’t carry, everything -the world has me buying

what if I’m, running around with my eyes wide open – while others maybe dying

how will I know, I can’t carry this load

how will I know, if I’m half past crazy or its me and the world

one thing I know- I remember those old scriptures

I remember them well,

“reap what you sow” “God is not the author of fear nor confusion but of love and a sound mind”

so I’m telling myself, get hold of yourself

hold on to your faith and let go of the day.

hollowed hearts- cry out,

God we made our mistakes,

coming closer and closer,

the sky it awakes, turning our faces to you

God- we are turning our faces,

to you. Amen.

your Kindness sister Krissy

Sending Out Love Bits All Over The World:

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Dear God,

Bridge our hearts forward when we can’t touch the ones, we love, those distant and those we haven’t heard of,

with courage we dial numbers of love ones,

holding the phone while we pray – everything will be alright

right in the middle of panic

our water bowls are full- pouring out our earthen prayers

with fleshy tongues, we beat, we nail, we sail

into the waters that carry burdens,

into the waters that taught us to cry.

There in the teardrop, of mercy- to cleanse

and waters, that still sweep our prayers gently to the sky

Heavenly Mother, abba’ Father

God and I so urgent we turn our faces

kneel down in ash- that is our lives

Save us, has you’ve done so many times

Kindness sister Krissy

Living In Faith Not Fear:

The truth is, no one should have to walk around in shallow lands. Suffering shoulders to look over. The holes of discomfort growing bolder, the need for respite. To pause and reset.

the earth has its leans, its greens, its means of total upset,

sucking marrow and the bone. The old, and growing, no one knows ” what tomorrow holds”

in faith we pray a better world awaits, and healing blows like the winds.

and healing blows, like the wind.

kindness sister Krissy