Posted in Gratitude

Life sublime…

We sat in lamp-light
watched the stars come out,
at the twilight hour
we made our vows.
We spoke of pleasantries
and finer things,
and in the darkness
our breath had wings.
We harnessed the moment
of grateful times,
while guinea fowls sang
of life sublime…

Posted in a remembrance

Natalie

To Natalie,
The fragrance of wildflowers
on the breeze,
the promise of spring
puts me at ease…
A remembrance of love
is all that I need,
to recall the grace
of Natalie…
Down in the garden
where nobody goes,
I feel the presence
of a divine overflow,
among the colors
that quietly grow,
I’m held in the aura
of a constant glow… 

Whenever I see these flowers appear I think of Natalie

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Posted in dreaming out loud

Hidden

I was hidden
in the winter grass,
the dew upon the fields,
born of the fragrance
that gratitude reveals…

I’m the sky looking down,
the breath of wildflowers,
I’m the oracle
who stayed awake
into the small hours…

I’m the earth that moves
by design,
to follow the sun,
the brightness
that encapsulates
the joy in everyone…

I am the singer
who mouths the words
of grief’s
silent prayers,
the glory imparted to me,
through a multitude of tears…

I dance to the rhythm
of my body’s memory,
cultivating my heart’s delight
in a sacred treasury…

I am the wound
that cut so deep,
releasing healing light,
resurrected in the darkness,
it’s the narrative
I rewrite…

I was saved by the majesty
of transcendent love,
spoken of
by time Lords
who say I am enough…

I was brought forth
by the destinies
of those who came before,
and the ground
of my very being
is wholly adored…

I worship nature’s harmony
I give praise to the moon,
I live in love’s abundance
I’m taught tenderly
to commune…

I pay homage
to the intelligence
of my eternal breath,
and I’ve been given
the knowledge
that there’s no seperation
in death…

©AllysoAlly2022

Posted in Acceptance

Out of tune…

“What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?”
– John Lennon, Paul McCartney

Maybe sometimes
we just become out of tune,
like a guitar
that has lain
too long
and not been played.

All we need is a
maestro’s touch
to fine-tune our life,
to relearn the harmony
of all things,
to play again
in higher octaves of love,
and allow sounds of joy
to adjust our pitch.

Then we will know by heart
the song of our soul,
and remember
the beauty
of light within us…

©AllysoAlly2022