LOVE Love is all there is it is a moment's wonder an ending of time Love is eternal never forgotten only misplaced for we tread in this life creating illusions of separation of pain of darkness of despair of hatred only to remember. . . and we listen to the whispers in the wind and …
Author: Kim Hiles
Kim Hiles is a teacher and author offering soulful tools and intuitive guidance for healing and growth. Through words, reflection, and lived experience, she creates space for others to reconnect with themselves and live authentically.
Create a new story about your life….
I had a teacher who told us to go out that week and see how many Mercedes cars we noticed. When I came back I told her I had seen a lot! She asked me if I had seen any junk cars. I told her I didn't remember seeing any. The next week she reversed …
Poetry: Box
There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens...and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me... told me I was bad...but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into …
Box
There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens...and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me... told me I was bad...but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into …
Poetry: Tribute to my father
To Dad on Father's Day I remember... you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. My father's love. I remember... the joyful trips you took us on seeing the world doing things other kids could only dream of doing. My father's love. I remember... you …
Tribute to my father
To Dad on Father's Day I remember... you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. My father's love. I remember... the joyful trips you took us on seeing the world doing things other kids could only dream of doing. My father's love. I remember... you …
Lizbeth (end of the world)
They came in flocks. It all started long ago in a quiet sleepy town. Lizbeth was an innocent, a babe thrown into the wild and chaos of earth. Nobody really knows exactly what happened. But one crisp, blue morning, a scream was heard for miles. There was no mistake who was screaming. You have to …
Lizbeth
They came in flocks. It all started long ago in a quiet sleepy town. Lizbeth was an innocent, a babe thrown into the wild and chaos of earth. Nobody really knows exactly what happened. But one crisp, blue morning, a scream was heard for miles. There was no mistake who was screaming. You have to …
Poetry: For the animals….
For the Animals I sit here in pain with tears gently flowing into the rivers of pain there are too many rivers where does one start? the animals are drowning does anyone hear them? There are too many rivers of pain adults have a choice they can leave reach out for help speak up, speak …
For the animals….
For the Animals I sit here in pain with tears gently flowing into the rivers of pain there are too many rivers where does one start? the animals are drowning does anyone hear them? There are too many rivers of pain adults have a choice they can leave reach out for help speak up, speak …
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