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afternoon in the Telling Place of her studio

To grok in Your being
I unleash in slenders
and leap in-subversive;
substance of my body.

Underwinter,
you follow my
displacement and supplant the
nearness of my come after.

unsubstantial frailties
of my countenance,

hear our prayer.

CKS

paint much love always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a,k,a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Sketching Breath

Sketching Breath Connie Karleta Sales

Slight wind
leaves are turning, why?
A smile is a blessing to a
loose heart
losing heart.


Colorless soft silence;
Feels as though my chest is caving in.

Gravity hit me.

light harmony
tinker of notes
have nothing
have it all.

love

pain;
transient in
her harmony;

tinkers
notes about everything.

CKS

Sketching Breath, digital drawing, 11 x 8 1/2 in (27.94 x 21.59 cm)
from series in progress, and so I shall be, reflections with Jeremiah,


A single poem; Three poems; dance in the togetherness of love.
My Father , Son, Holy Ghost.

Light of my Christ, Light of universal light; beyond the self of my body. Of Buddha, of you; of other; of we. Daily.

How do you read the words above? Does it change in a day, each hour? This is how my life lives forward. A dance of the flow, of moment unknown; of smiles and tears, miles and rest.

Breath

I lose heart, and I loose my heart. Never a static beat. I breathe in and breathe out. I move and I rest. Does it matter where I go? Does it matter who I am?

I have been drawing next to Jeremiah again. I just love him and all that he is and is not. “Heal me and I shall be healed.” he says. “Save me and I shall be saved.” “for You are my praise.”

That Love within you, the You within you; that dances in the good and the hard. The Buddha’s Breath “. . . and I shall be. . . “

Is it enough? to know I am safe; safe to be who I am.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little flower

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My Beautiful Mountain

Mountains 
are monumental
whispers
within my soul.
CKS

L147

Somewhere in Idaho
Mountain Study
Inner Joy


Once again, lost in Idaho.  We always love to take the back roads.  There is a certain magic and safety in the wilderness.  It feels as if the mountains and the pine trees are there to protect you.

Here the mountain rises up and asks me to do the same.  She recharges my insecurities. I do my part to protect her.  Do my best to leave no trace, so that generations to come will be able to experience the mountain just as I do in all her beauty.

The ink dances with the sanded paper.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


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Humor and Beauty

The self I make is indeed
steadfast and intractable.

Laughing myself elastic,
I am elastic resilience;
a magnificent voltaic buoyancy
learning love anew.

The self I make is indeed
resolute and unmanageable.

Dreaming myself silly,
I am jester juggler;
a clown inside out
learning freedom with you.
CKS

from I pray on dirty knees

learning to laugh
freedom in smiling
thanksgiving in the grief


paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

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Immaculate Charcoal

unsullied, i am
in impurities.

unclean, i am
in perfections.

unfurled my chaste
i gather my temperance
on the paste-chalk lines
of charcoal.

sullied is
clean is

pure, breathe air
of imperfection’s delight
i temper my haste
in paper-sand-dust.
CKS

work in progress

love in a time of turbulence
repetitive contemplation
active listening


We must act according to our integrity.  How do we find such things?  Where do we find where we belong within the context of belief, integrity, and action?

Practice.

“Repetition strengthens and confirms” a friend once said.  Indeed.  True words.

Practice.

Never give up.  Repetition; teaches us into action.  Actions us into where our teaching needs attention.

Practice, teaching us to listen.

Paint much love,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower