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...
Women's Spiritual Poetry