Kalin Art & Spirit

Loosen your Heart

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a
wing, a torch, a promise.
I chose to risk my significance;
to live so that which comes to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me
as blossom, goes on as fruit. ~Dawn Markova

Posted April 5th, 2013.

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My Dark Companion

I walk with Him everyday. My beloved.
He’s powerful, silent and strong, with exotic, cool, icy looks.
He’s really out of my league.
I’m flattered at how he stays so close to my side~
or moves on ahead of me to clear the way through a crowd.

He’s polite. Such a gentleman.
I see his suit is a bit old, well worn, but not frayed.
His shoes so polished that I could almost see my reflection there;
but he never stops long enough for me to be sure.

He tells me stories; He’s been around the world, been everywhere,
seen all kinds of people. But never gossips.

He wears a watch on a chain. I notice the hands don’t move,
they’re stuck at half past eleven.

He reminds me of the things I have left to do~
He encourages me to be brave,
to face those things I fear the most.
He is my most encouraging friend, truth be told.

His face is wise and lean and though I can’t tell His age
He is not old.

I take his gloved hand as we sit beside a quiet pool~
the clouds racing over the sky shroud His eyes.

“Darling”, he says, “do you have one last question before we go?”
“Anything at all?”
I can think of nothing. No regrets.
It’s time.

originally posted January 14, 2012 ©KalinArtAndSpirit


Posted August 19th, 2012.

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A Friend

A Friend is someone we like and want to share with,
someone who believes in us and holds us accountable to be our best selves,
someone who lets us know we matter to them,
someone who enriches us, makes us joyful
and lets us know we are not alone.
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Posted August 19th, 2012.

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Butterflies and Dragonflies

I realized today

that a butterfly is a thing of beauty,

that I don’t need to try to capture it on film.

It’s not in their nature to sit still

and wait for me to focus~

it is their nature

to fly!


They have struggled to become what they are.

A complete metamorphosis

changed in form,

dissolved, reconstructed, reconfigured




I am amazed at their delicate design

powdery, frail, so fragile

and their colors, so vivid and bright.

Un natural creatures

in this world of green and brown.

Seemingly not aerodynamic

and yet, they fly.


I have never seen a butterfly die

tho I know they must

go somewhere, to turn into dust,



I have seen a dragonfly die.

It landed on the topmost branch

wrapped its feet around the stalk

shook its wings a few times

rested, relaxed,

and did not move again.


Frozen in time

it left peacefully, gracefully

and without ado.

I hope I can go as gracefully

and peacefully

when it is my time.




Butterflies struggle to become what they are.

Don’t try to capture them. Now is their time to fly!

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Posted August 19th, 2012.

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I do not crave material things,

just basic needs met,

and happiness.

Simplicity. Quality. Integrity.


Playing like children. Remembering fun.

Chalk on sidewalks, colored glass in the sun.

Watching spiders spin and birds flying high.

Imagining shapes as the clouds pass by.


Sensuality. Music. Artistic expression.

Whispers in the dark, a Midnight confession.

Playfulness. Sweetness. Beauty and Truth.

Laughing at things that are a bit uncouth!


Friendships that are loyal and true.

Colors that come in every hue.

Paying it forward. Selflessness.

Sharing and Caring. A soft caress.

Kindness and sometimes gentle teasing.

Undulating green hills whose shapes are pleasing.


Honesty. Best efforts. Sincerity.

Cozy warm fires and a cup of tea.

Catching sky colors before they flee.

My baby child on his Grandmother’s knee.


Freedom of road trips over wide expanses

that wash away thought as the miles tick by.

The crackling of geese wings, so low they fly.

To see Understanding in my friends’ eye.


::Long Strong Hugs::

Courage to do what must be done.

Idealism. Devotion. Love that’s not won.



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Late summer/early autumn impressions


Posted August 19th, 2012.

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