You are more than you know. You carry star dust within you as you run your daily errands. Your eyes gleam with the substance of the heavens. Your dreams originate from distant universal orchestrations. Your words have been uttered by angelic tongues. You are a divine thought. You are a divine love.
To grasp beauty is to say that you have captured the air. It may be enclosed, but it does not wholly belong to you. You only borrow beauty for it is fleeting and finds its solidity by impression.
Yet, those who seek beauty find beauty and are enamored by the impression it leaves. The joy comes when we are able to define the impression.
As I journeyed on my course of life –
I looked back to a littered path of broken pieces – hewn away from once cherished dreams.
What were to be the building blocks of an envisioned monument called “beautiful life” now lay strewn, slashed, bashed, and crumbled.
They were fragments from my entangled emotions and botched outlooks.
Decaying gold was all I saw along the road I traveled.
There were no sunny skies of realized passions – no beating, bright, hearts of splendor.
The view was heartbreaking, disconcerting, and unnerving.
I mused upon the forlorn, ashen, disenchanted view and wept.
Yet, in a flash,
A hopeful expectation arose, and my view was redirected.
Now, instead of crumbled debris there was a path that was clear – full of life and light.
I was pushed ahead, farther and faster down the path.
I was maneuvered so deftly away from the brokenness that its remains were nowhere in sight.
My view of the trail behind me and in front of me was clear.
The Light, Power, and Love had moved me away from the evident defeats.
~ Kim Cline 2018
Why should I be afraid to do what I want to do?
Spilling, writing, regurgitating from within the corridors of the mind
Dark hallways with locked doors intrigue me yet I am repulsed
The shadows cannot hide what light is trying to find
Why can’t I be happy with reading what others write
Instead of dredging up the undivine?
Kim Cline 2019
As to viewing the space in the heart or the space down the hall
There was a dislocation of sorts; one of which caused a slight shift of sight
Colors were in the order of the phosphene effect to the one looking down the hall, out the window
Colors were in the order of a black and white gradient when looking into the space of the heart
The brightness of both—beautiful in luminous glory—yet different
Viewing a work of art requires the step back and sideways
Penetrates the thought patterns of the mind—the result is an internal delicacy
A delightful intrusion on an otherwise boring moment, thought, feeling
The imperfection in perception seeks to sway the mind to aspire
More towards the matters of a lovesick heart where the dislocation–the imperfection
produces the most profound changes—the substance in the one viewing
And the one standing
Where you view and where you stand is the difference between matters of the heart
And matters of the mind
copyright Kim Cline 2018 excerpt from In the Fringe: viewing the review
You shift from one plateau to another
What was once secure and sure
Moves to unsure and even less secure
Battles fought – lost and won
Leaving scars and all too often thoughts undone
Find the stabilizing center
Recognize and utilize the power that is available for you
Don’t beg for it
Never misuse or abuse
Walk in and appreciate what is there for you to use
When you are ready
That power will work and produce for you
Life Changes – musings by Kim Cline 2019
If I could write a beautiful story – it would begin with your name.
If I could paint a magnificent masterpiece – it would reveal your beauty.
If I were able to climb the highest mountain – I would envision your joy as I reached the summit.
If I were able to move throughout all the known universe – it would not compare with the wonder of being in your presence and just talking with you.
If I could erase all the negative events of our past – I would remember each day as a beautiful sunrise.
If we could communicate freely – our corner of the world would become a museum of exploration.
If we could start again – I would use all my power to make sure that each day was a beautiful, new page in a novel of fantastic imagination.
Kim Cline 2019