Wholeness Wholeness is a place all would wish to be. But the search is difficult for every you and me. Our wholeness cannot be found in another's embrace, The being here within ourselves has its' own special place. The search within must begin the inner realms to go, And when we find our peace, the seed doest grow and grow. I would say to those who dare, bring your heart along, For that's the place, the only place you'll find a truer song. The time is past, we've played the last mortal dirge, The darkness here and there is what we'be pledge to purge. So loose the mental bonds of time, and to your spirit go, Float upon the strands of life, which you have longed for so. Be not afraid to set your quest as one almighty goal, the only thing you have to fear, is that which binds the soul.                                    Kay Elaine Ekwall                                                    copyright 1987

Life And I cried out... life, let me be. Why this pain? Can't I be free? Looking full into my face, Life replied, "You set the pace. Even in your darkest hour, Within your heart, you had the power. The blame, the tears... Which fill your years, would not exist, For you took the risk. Every path that you choose, has a fork you can refuse. And if you wnat the best from me, Then be aware of your destiny. The puppet master has cut the strings, but only you can dance and sing." And in that moment, all Life said, loosened blocks within my head. Breathing air much purer now, Live graced me and kissed my brow. Kay Elaine Ekwall copyright 1998

Guideposts Along the path of life's journey stationed, here...there erratically, there are guideposts....waiting for us. Upon reaching them, we stop.... we ponder life's messages, where we have been, what's we have done with our lives, where we would like to go. If there is a fork in the road, which one to take. The guideposts are subtle, ...and... can be missed by even the most trained observers. Our whole lives, our futures can be changed in an instant. If we are aware, we observe these moments of choice. It would be nice if the guideposts had mileage charts on them... you have come this far, only these many miles to go... until you are home. They don't do that! For that would ruin the experience of the journey. Then we would be looking into the past, and the future solely.. not focusing on the present. Instead the guideposts wait for us patiently to get there, and, if we are ready....to point us gently, in this directions.. or that, if we listen. There are those who never see, never look or hear, and their paths are so convoluted, and appear endless.... too rocky to climb. For some, it is a matter of age, that life had taught them some wisdom, and that they need to stand still, be in that quiet space, so they can see their guideposts. We all have signs, quiet whisperings in our ears, but we don't always listen. And, that is ok too. For we all learn our lessons, and head for home, eventually. Kay Elaine Ekwall copyright 1999

Buttons Buttons, Buttons, everywhere,           buttons hanging in the air. They are place on you and me,           to open spaces so we can see into our minds, into our hearts.            Is there some leaven which cannot part? Buttons are mirrors for ourselves,            to look within and where to delve. If you feel some hurt or pain,            there is no one else to blame. In each creation there is a flaw,            which only helps us to recall A time in which the mightiest of men            could come through time in a bend. We hide our buttons so none can see            they are trespassing on our territory. But we know the best is come,            when all the buttons are undone.                               Kay Elaine Ekwall                                  copyright 1987