The Craving

“What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.”
― Jodi PicoultHandle with Care

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he stood there
quaffing whisky,
and smoking cigarettes

the disease had taken both him
and those he loved,
right out of consciousness,
and made them relics
from another world,
unsightly abominations
disfigured by their wounds!

the fragments of his life,
once placid,
lay scattered all around
in hopeless shards
and pierced the very essence of those he loved!

feather beds where no more comfort
in the underbelly where
pain was forged,
like screaming steel!

life-long friends
became veiled
and sorrowful,
and out of reach,
in this disease that took his life.
infectious as it was
it drove an unhappy blade into the heart of love
and stripped away the love,
that was once
so nurturing!

morsels of hope
were spoken in garbled tones
of regret
and longing.
unanswered prayer
tormented his waking,
he screamed his supplications,
and begged  for redemption!

the prison of his mind
had long ago discarded the need for higher things;
the craving knew no bounds
and ate a large mass
of what his life should be!

on the streets
of his own loathing,
a no man’s land of broken souls,
a chasm grew between him
and those he loved.
he became of not a noble kind,
his life permeated with lies,
the kind he had never known,
or understood,
before
the craving had begun!

each member had become diseased
and had lost the art of truth,

in tightened sphincters
his contrition grew
to fever pitch.

if he could reach this love again,
he knew that hope would belong,
and the light of knowing
would illuminate his mind!

they had each painted glossy pictures
on walls built by suffering,
hiding their pain,
so no one would ever know
the bitter despair
that raged day and night,
and the toxic shame
chiselled into stone
of broken hearts,
that hurt penned in blood
of the many years
that had been swallowed by tears!

though an end should come,
they said,
but what end would it be?

©AllysoAlly2017

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Meditation

Surrender is not a weakness, it is a strength. It takes tremendous strength to surrender life to the supreme – to the cosmic unfolding!
-Mooji
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Hold me in this moment and occupy me there.
Don’t let toxic notions disrupt or interfere.

Keep me in a place of peace and never let me go.
Cultivate love within me, to cause an overflow!

To providence I surrender and all that it entails,
my breath brings me higher,
to love and grace inhaled!

 

©AllysoAlly2017

“Welcome back”

“Don’t you know Yet? It is your light that lights the World.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

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Some years back, a couple from Uganda came to stay with us.
Each time we returned home, even after a quick trip to the nearby store,
they would say; “Welcome back”!
We asked them why they welcomed us back every time, and they explained that in Uganda there were times when friends or family would leave home and never return.

They also told us how they walked for an hour to the nearby village just to enjoy a soft serve ice cream or a cold drink. Things we take for granted every day.

This left a deep impression on me, and I often think of them with great fondness.
They epitomized love and grace.

Surrendered

“Each of us actually believes that things should be the way we want them, instead of being the natural result of all the forces of creation.”
― Mickey A. SingerThe Surrender Experiment: My Journey into Life’s Perfection

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In this orderly Universe
I’ve watched birds fly north.
They have inbuilt navigation
and never veer off course.

Flowers hold a memory
to blossom every spring,
and robins transform heartache
when they eloquently sing.

The roosters crow each morning,
at the glimpse of first light,
and butterflies evade obstacles,
even in slanted flight.

Nature is so lovely
in its rhythm and flow,
the moon heaves the oceans
with its magnetic glow.

Surrendered to the forces
natural to creation,
we can make our time on earth,
a joyous celebration!

There’s an echo in our beings
that whispers to our hearts,
it’s the trueness of our essence,
that sacredly imparts!

©AllysoAlly2017