Sun Seeker

Sun Seeker by Allie Crafton

Hello Gatekeeper

I am the Sun Seeker

Pining my way through the trail

And if I owned a penny

oh a pretty penny

I’d give it not you

but a well

A well made for wishing

Who’d cherish her hope

Letting her glimmer through time

Her thought it would smoke

Through your chains and your rope

High to the mountains it’d climb

Til’ Sun it would kiss

The burning a bliss

Fullfilled

As when making a rhyme

Goodbye Gatekeeper 

No longer you keep

Me without the walls

For my soul tore them down

And made life out of a skip

And a crown~*

Birdy - Skinny Love [Official Video]

A Bit of My Poetry~*

I glanced up 

and my glitter caught the moon.

Gazing at the crescent stilled sway 

among the nimbus clouds dark.

Baking a warm cheese rustica inside of me.

It called out to my heart, my being-

It grasped, reached, pulled at my soul-

Saute'ing up my memories spicy, salty. 

I looked, saw

it cradling my heart and passion.

Thank you Lord for the moon.

Tonight we lived

togetherness made

love overcame

celestial joy nearly touched

hearts felt what daily God feels

Truth wrought

happiness beamed and brought

from the table 

to the dance 

From the song 

to the embrace 

In a picture of time

we understood 

clarity rang

eyes saw 

miracle

in the ones 

we love

Wind gives me strength.  

Cold air gives me breath.  

Looking at the two, with different eyes, 

Feeling them with different arms, face, hands, 

I feel and see a beauty. 

Oh! The cleaning of my lungs! 

My muscles brace up,

My hair untangles,  

My body yearns to fly! 

Embracing the wind.  

Embracing the cold. 

Gifts from God. 

I look into them and find myself Pristine and blooming.

Longer fingers, Longer toes

determined to have a looser ring

lifted cheek, jaw, collar bones

Inspiration dry

Help search

My heart in such tangles

And you

My comb...

But up and left

for my heart only to unravel

and then

jumble muddle snarl knot

back to where it was

before you rearranged

it and found my center

But you left

with no feeling yes

And dancing eyelashes

blinking to the

tear drop quiver

Were the only story I could write

And now my mind in want of saving

The sense of you

Beyond my reaching

I saw myself giving up

Skin turning hard

Fencing in my heart

and all i want is a new start

So i tried with

Me Inside To Catch Heart

but yes was no once

more and it was then

I realized my missing

was me

Photo by Allie Crafton Laie, HI

I've Got Troubles...But Not Today

What is in my heart tonight? Hmmm...that life is good, even though sometimes you may feel like it's turning its back on you. We all have been through really hard things. I'm sure every one has asked at some point in their life, "Why me? Why is this happening to me?" But there is always an answer waiting for you at the end of the long road of trouble. And it is all made clear to you at the end of your struggle. You see, there will always be hardships, heartbreaks, disappointments, and failures in life, and we need to come face to face with this fact and accept it, and then choose to be happy. Don't let the little things get you down. The big things may wear on you, but have faith that in the end your pain will be worth its hurt, and it will make sense and be healed one day. Happiness truly is a choice, it's not a luck, chance, or an effect. We can either decide to see the gloom behind our clouds or the beauty within their sublimity.

~~*

kelly rae: truth + beauty

kelly rae: truth + beauty: "(prints available here )

Some delicious from Kelly Rae today~

i hope to always remember these moments. the ones where the baby and i are sleeping together on the bed, me on my back, him on my chest, him drooling, me blissed out while we sleep together, skin to skin, heart to heart.

or the moments when he's soothed by my holding him tight, when he giggles over john's growing beard, when he coos with his favorite book, or chomps ever so vigorously on his fave apples+blueberry mix.

motherhood has been the single biggest gift in letting it all go. in keeping my heart open. i've never leaned so deep into the chaos before and enjoyed its tiny scattered pieces. the discomfort passes, i suppose, with the immersion of it, and here i am, happily functioning in everyday complete chaos! it is heartbreaking and hearthealing all at once, every single moment of every single day.

there really is no roadmap on this unending spiritual exploration of truth and beauty. i hope it will always be led by heart and by soul.

Life is Wonderful

photo NOT by me :)

Life is Wonderful

Jason Mraz

It takes a crane to build a crane

It takes two floors to make a story

It takes an egg to make a hen

It takes a hen to make an egg

There is no end to what I'm saying

It takes a thought to make a word

And it takes some words to make an action

It takes some work to make it work

It takes some good to make it hurt

It takes some bad for satisfaction

life is wonderful

life goes full circle

life is wonderful

It takes a night to make it dawn

And it takes a day to make you yawn brother

And it takes some old to make you young

It takes some cold to know the sun

It takes the one to have the other

And it takes no time to fall in love

But it takes you years to know what love is

It takes some fears to make you trust

It takes those tears to make it rust

It takes the dust to have it polished

life is wonderful

life goes full circle

life is so full of

life is so rough

life is wonderful

life goes full circle

life is our love

It takes some silence to make sound

It takes a loss before you found it

And it takes a road to go nowhere

It takes a toll to make you care

It takes a hole to make a mountain

It is so meaningful

It is so wonderful

It is meaningful

It is wonderful

It is meaningful

It goes full circle

Wonderful

Meaningful

Full circle

Wonderful 

UP ONLY

photo by Allie Crafton

TODAY
START WITH TODAY.

BE SOMEONE EXTRAORDINARY TODAY.

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE YOUR BODY?

HAVE YOU USED IT LATELY? 

STRETCH.

WALK.

RUN.

TWIRL.

LOOK. 

UP.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

THERE ARE NO BARRIERS.

NO COMPETITION.

ENJOY BEING YOU.

NOW.

NO WAITING. 

WITH YOUR PRESENT ARMS, PRESENT TUMMY, PRESENT LEGS AND BUMB.

YES EVEN YOUR BUMB.

ENJOY YOU NOW.

OR YOU NEVER WILL.

BE WHO YOU ARE TODAY, TODAY!

LOVE YOURSELF.

DON'T GIVE UP ON YOU.

THERE IS A SIGN ALWAYS IN FRONT OF YOU

WITH AN ARROW POINTING TOWARDS THE SKY

READING: UP ONLY.

REMEMBER THAT.

Language

Through language we find...God?

Through our wrestle with language we find answers to our wrestle with God.

In form we discover more about a topic/theme.

What is language?

In language's imperfectness it is still somehow most adequate; it creates a *~magic~* that makes it so.

Will there be language in Heaven? Words? or just flowing thoughts and ideas that everyone understands? [But then I think that-] just as the question of "will there be food in heaven?" makes me think "YES! for there is a real art and pleasure in culinary creation (and partaking;))" So I argue that yes there will be language in Heaven for there  is art and pleasure in it, in the words, literature, and form!

English, by the way, is not God's language. What is HIs language?

Whole

I have found that we all are connected.

Being here by the ocean I feel its connection with the stars, with the moon...

The earth truly does live in a universe.

We are all a part of it.

I feel connected to the ocean

We are made of the same sum and substance.

And further, I feel connected with other human beings here

We are all one and the same.

We're made out of the same flesh and blood

We are brothers and sisters

and the earth is our mother and the universe our father.

We should all help each other,

lift one another.

We're all here on this earth together.

We're all the same.

Yes we are individual,

but none of us,

NONE of us are so different-

no matter our

color

race

religion

face

culture...

to be left out.

God is our real father in Heaven,

He connects each one of us to the whole.

He is each of ours dad

and all of ours dad.

We are more kin than we realize to

the stranger on the bus

the fisherman in his boat

the businessman in his tie

the terrorist with his bomb

the adulterer

the priest

the professor

the gang member

the starving child half way across the world (whom we've all thought about...)

our children

our parents

even our own spouse...

If we could only grasp what we really all mean to each other... maybe then...

I don't know- maybe then we would have peace... within our own selves and with each other.

I don't know, maybe I'm just an idealist...

-Alexandra Crafton

Although i sit here all wet and drippily

Photo By Allie Crafton

Although i sit here all wet and drippily

My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write

So I decide to let them

I also let my tongue taste the ice cream

and the rain

I also let my lips touch the flower

My flowers you gave me are little golden moons

the pink edges speak to me

and tell me they are mine

the white complements my eyes you say

so do the little golden moons my sunshine I say 

"where are we going?" my feet ask me

My heart tells them "I do not know"

but my eyes ask to linger on the flowers

my roses are drooping

my plumerias wet

He made me sit and think

He made me walk and laugh

What are you thinking my head likes to ask

My hands tell my mind, "do not worry about it

for you never can tell

on a night like this

for she smells change in the air"

"Do you see the curtains" my hair asks my arms?

"Do you see how they kiss her face?"

I tell my little ones

"I think I love the curtain

he bids me to look behind him"

What is behind the curtain?

The chimes try to answer

but only in looking will I find...

Although I sit here all wet and drippily

My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write

"Give us a moment," they whisper,

"and let us show you where your heart can take you"

"But where am I going?"

my heart tries to ask

"But where am I going?"

I venture to ask

and then the curtain covers up my keyboard

it gives me a hug

come

come it calls

come and find

it's quite dark out there

on the window are the

dripping dots.

they ooze down

carrying their stories

"i bet if you put your ear up close,"

I tell the curtain,

"you can here them whisper"

They've always told me stories...

two and blue

and in the car seat

and it's gone

it is over

and done.


- Alexandra Crafton