Like the wind
The water calls
Listen as the sounds
Come trickling down
A peaceful calm
Fulfills my Soul
The rhythm of the flow
Brings me back home
Music made
By Mother Earth
Free song she brings to all
Be still. Just listen to her call.
©KSS 3/2017

I still hope
that we fall asleep
on Io
tonight.

Oblate spheroidal
Mass of rock
A being that sprang
From the void, with others
A dull speck in the blackness
Of space.

A lone island of azure skies
Verdant plains and mountains
An atmosphere dominated
By nitrogen
A haven of self-organizing
Critters, bacteria
And its oceans: the primal womb.

So precious, yet so fragile
A mote suspended
In a starry backdrop
Rotating its way towards
Its predestined fate.

Such beauty is our home
A lonely traveler
Lost in the wastelands
Of space and time.

Simplicity holds my smile.
The present
ever worth my while.
Try give the globe
An optimistic spin
Because Hurt’s origin
is within.

Warmth-
That’s how I’d describe this feeling of living.
A permanent state of embrace,
A relaxing of being into what just is.
It is self explanatory,
No question or spectrum of its nature.
It surrounds you,
It is infectious,  
It is pure love.
At moments I can feel it surround my being,
Radiating from my physical body-
Encapsulating,
Like the place from which I was birthed,
My mother and the Mother Earth.
I return home to her embrace,
Comforting my child self with her entirety
She washes over me like the wave of an ocean flooding my veins with love
She pumps into my heart and around my body
I feel you Mother.
I have returned to you even if just for a moment
I know you are within me I just have to open my eyes
And as I close them I see you.
I thank you for every moment even though I feel like I forget,
I know that I am.

Divine is the wilderness
Pristine in it's dancing stillness
Breeze echoing through leaves
Trees stretch up to kiss the open air

Embracing, waving hello to you and to me
To the clouds, the birds, the butterflies and bees.

Stars, sun, and moon
Say hello and smile too

We are them, they are we. I am you, you are me.
Everything in everything; all branches of the same ancient and beautiful universal tree.

I think I've had enough of society, daydreaming from the inside of a ***** factory.
All those pretty lights, glistening and glowing; Turned stars to satellites, listening and knowing.
Humankind traded their souls for ego and every day it's f*cking showing

The wind will keep blowing, and the trees will keep waving.
Freedom and peace are everywhere, waiting.

I burn softly tonight: primal, pure, unrefined. I am alight with all that I could have been; with the past, the future, kindled by unspoken dreams.

And my mind whispers, my mind speaks to me:

~Do you remember all the weary souls that once roamed this land beneath your feet? Those who walked around you; the worn faces that weep and sing?~

Oh, for I am too a weary soul, resting my ear against the Earth,
and my smile spills truth and my ambition drifts somber
for all time