Let there be flowers wherever i go

“The earth laughs in flowers.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

let there be flowers wherever i go
my eyes are grateful to see them
my soul receives their love
as they wave at me from the sidewalks
they sprinkle their fragrance to charm me
and bring me back
to the present moment
they remind me to trust the Divine

©AllysoAlly2018

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Oh memorial Moon..

“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”
― Norman Vincent Peale

starlight

oh moon
oh moon
oh beaming moon
be still my heart, that i should swoon

your visage gently shines on me
and nimbly kisses
breathless trees

your light has touched my inner core
your graceful lustre
i adore

you bathe me in
luminous light
subdue shadows
in darkest night

your resonance
and lucid mood
transparent beams
with attitude

oh moon
oh moon
oh lambent moon
i’ll lift my voice, so i can croon

your silver sighs
have left a trace
laid luminescence in this place

a glow that transmutes
all my fears
and brings me back
to sacred spheres

you pour into
dark hideaways
with silken light and lucent rays

the stars desire
camaraderie
and playfully wink from cosmic seas

oh moon
oh moon
oh memorial moon
love remembers your celestial tunes

my form is held in restful sleep
my reveries and soul to keep….

Image courtesy of Pixabay
©AllysoAlly2018

A Thousand Moonlit Nights

I found this piece, written by my beloved son on the 16th August 2016.
I know he is unmasked in the moonlight,
dancing with many brave souls!
He has found his way home…..

moon 4

The deepest part of my soul lies dormant,
hidden in the shadows of a myriad of masks,
no eye has seen it and no hand can reach it,
unknown, unseen, and untouched.

Light has now reached it and air has finally found it,
my fellows have unmasked the masked man.
I stand naked in the moonlit garden,
free yet secure under an array of stars.

Dawn is coming, followed by the heat of the sun,
Do I stay or go, fight or flight?
Or rather duck and cover?
I will cover.

Maybe tomorrow night will be a full moon,
maybe more will join me in the garden.
I am on a journey of a thousand moonlit nights,
walking with a few brave souls under the stars.

©AllysoAlly2018

Walking to the tempo..

“If Light Is In Your Heart
You Will Find Your Way Home.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

a happy face

Lord, please let the sun shine,
on my downcast form.
Send your rains to quench me,
in Your midst I’ll mourn.

I will treasure this Earth song,
its bounty I embrace.
The ravines and embankments
will know my happy face!

I will walk to the tempo,
of a soul glorified,
and enter this Temple,
an existence satisfied!

I won’t forget the sunrise,
or live in isolation,
I’ll let beauty distract me,
be thankful for creation!

When sorrow is too heavy,
for this heart of mine,
I’ll place my burdens before You,
in Your light I’ll shine

©AllysoAlly2018

Song of compassion

“Let’s get loose
with
compassion.
Let’s drown in the delicious
ambiance of
love.”
― Hafiz

transcending
i sat and listened for a while,
in moods of such sweet pleasantry.
deep compassion makes me smile,
its intensity quite heavenly.
tears fall for every lost child,
hearts that hurt so dreadfully.
confessions of mournful trials,
engender spacious empathy.
those who’ve tasted sorrow’s bile,
will pour their love resplendently.
bitterness should go out of style,
when woven into transcendency…

©AllysoAlly2018
 

Inhaling deeply

“When we protect ourselves so we won’t feel pain, that protection becomes like armor, like armor that imprisons the softness of of the heart.”
― Pema ChödrönWhen Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times

lost
particles of sorrow
have besieged this day,
skies filled with mourning,
and squalls of murky grey.

gulping raw emotions,
my misery contains,
a deluge of echoes,
with a soulful refrain.

impressions of songbirds,
don’t infiltrate this tomb,
i’m cast by bleak memories,
and shadowy gloom.

held captive by tempests
of unbearable grief,
reclining insensate,
by poignant disbelief!

swallowed by the darkness
of a nebulous trance,
my intense afflictions,
plunge into mournful dance.

to wake upon the morrow,
when storms
have come to pass,
and be freed from the quagmire
of this wretched morass!

but until
i’ve inhaled deeply,
of grief’s noble desires,
my heart will not soften
or quench yearning’s fire!

©AllysoAlly2018