
Tag Archives: life
The Call of the Spirit:
So we stop,
and hear what the spirit has to say.
We are the branches, I’ll take my body to the altar
lay my body on the altar, encapsulate my tears on this altar
let oxygen move around
O’God revive the laughter of my soul
revive the hope of growing old,
revive the rivers flowing in my belly,
revive the tongues of my trees,
revive my spirit, my eyes that I might see
revive my heart ,my former dreams, revive the latter rain in me
revive the years from whence I came
revive each connective hymn and let me pray,
revive the cartilage in my knees,
revive my prayers- O’ God
we take our bodies to this altar
…
there are all night prayers in mama’s house
all night meetings before you sleep,
we stop,
and hear what the spirit has to say
kindness sister Krissy
Singing Bowls of Me:

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
Getting Up Again
when I am broken, I remember what wholeness is…
Preaching to the Choir: Laugh, Cry & Live
notes to my inner girl child,
life is one big joke,
just don’t forget to laugh
at the punch line~kindness sister Krissy
I’m Gonna Be…
In all that is the endless fountain of life,
and “deep calls out to deep”
and all that is living -finds its truest purpose
to steal away to stillness …
~kindness sister Krissy
Through it All:
Even in all this
words are still worth the page
or tears which ever may fall first
~kindness sister Krissy
Happy Earth Day!
Someday we will look back and say, Mama Earth taught us, some things and made us better humans.
Here’s to better days
Dear kindness on the days when I can’t seem to function like a normal adult, i’m happy to put myself back to bed and try again in the morning
Things I’ve taken for Granted
And just like that I’d missed another day arriving far away from my knowing. I was so busy, doing nothing, so busy running into myself, turning around in dog tails, wagging in place. Panting, with my ear touching the cold floor, that held me down for a little while. Tile, black chalked lines, this is the memorial for leisure. Nowadays, when the sun is out and I’m shut in. When the wind desires to pick me up and take me for a spin. I won’t say no,
this is the memorial… I should have said yes.

kindness sister Krissy