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SILENT REFLECTION by Kim Buskala

In silence I sit. Meditation a tool I use to silent the mind and become one with breath…

Imagination becomes the key that opens the door within. I imagine the motion of the ocean. I imagine a leaf growing before my very eyes. I see happy smiling faces, I smile back.

Silent Reflection
by Kim Buskala

To sit beside oneself
In silent reflection
To see our imperfections
As they pass before us

To notice

The waves and the ripples
The uneven parallels

Our image creates imprints
On the lives of others
On our earthly planet
On our own soul

To know

As the sun sets
Our reflection fades
We drift off into slumber
And close our shades
To another day



Kim Buskala:I consider myself a free spirit, I fly by the seat of my pants. I have always known that I was going to be married and raise some awesome kids. That I have done. Married to a most forgiving, funny, loving man for thirty-one years and counting. I have also been privileged to stay home and raise two gorgeous daughters ages twenty-four and sixteen. I love nature and all it has to offer. To travel the seven seas from coast to coast, becoming one with culture is always a dream. Jamaica is my happy place where I feel most accepted and at home with myself and others. Africa is a place my heart longs to be, some day I will return and dance to the beat of their drums.” You may connect with Kim via Facebook here, or e-mail her: kbuskala@yahoo.com


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