Posted in Love, Magical

Love is all around….

“Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.”
― Rumi

love is all around

The color of love is everywhere,
it stirs the leaves,
embraces the air.
In affection’s sacred rendezvous’,
redemptive aspects change the view,
and the fragrance of loving vows,
an earth transposed
a deaf world roused!

©AllysoAlly2018

Posted in Joy

Happy dance

“Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can’t name the tune.”
― Deepak Chopra

happy dance

He wore his suit on Saturday,
the tailored one,
the one that made him shimmer in the morning sun!

Voiceless,
he danced with lively flair,
in rhythm
to the jubilant air.

His solitude,
understood the mime,
his guise and movement
in soundless time

Coins tumbled and jingled in his jar,
his happy dance,
an up-and-coming star!

He swirled and gyrated
in the dirt,
though wordless,
he was no introvert!

Expressionless,
his eyes twinkled behind the lens,
like Michael Jackson,
twirling and dancing
with his friends…

Tireless entertainer for the day,
beneath the trees,
an outdoor cabaret.

©AllysoAlly2018

Posted in heaven

Canticles

“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.”
― Mary OliverEvidence: Poemscosmos

In fields of jubilation,
charmed by magenta sights,
cosmos on the boundaries,
my presence does suffice.

In the midst of rural shrubbery,
I stand on reverent ground,
in valleys of abundance,
exaltation is all around.

Festivals of devotion,
bring me back to worship,
in canticles of nature,
my soul has ceased its searching!

©AllysoAlly2018

Posted in a remembrance, rivers of tears

Heartlands

One of the most difficult decisions to make when a loved one transitions is what to do with their ashes?….just saying those words out loud holds intense pain for me, because it is an acknowledgement that my son’s physical form is no longer with me.
My son lived on a beautiful farm for a while, in a caravan that overlooked this spectacular valley. It is a self-sustaining farm and he helped plants vegetables. He sent me a message one night to say that he could see flashing lights in the sky and he asked me if I could see them. The sky was so clear that night, perhaps he was getting a glimpse of glory. The farm is appropriately named “Heartlands”. It is a place where he found peace, joy and love. So it is an option for me to plant a yellow-wood tree there with his beautiful ashes beneath the tree.
This farm was ravaged by a terrible fire a year ago, and they are in the process of rebuilding and replanting.

heartlands

I can’t speak the words,
they died on my lips.
Their impressions linger
in my sobs.
The image in my mind
burns
in charred embers,
glowing,
searing pain in the intensity of sorrow.

I tried to put the words
down on paper,
but my frozen fingers
would not articulate
the movement of these words.

As I slept they smouldered
and throttled me.
Shrouds of memory erupted
in the stillness,
in dead of night.

Can’t I just pretend that he is still here,
full bodied,
alive.
Do I need to make that journey
with him,
into dust,
where the brown earth
would welcome him,
and a tree would stand proud,
above his Earthly remains?

Should I be glad that what is left
of him
fertilizes the earth?

Oh those words that hurt
and punch
the breath right out of me,
that my bones
could ache with such emptiness,
and soul shattering longing.

In the cold dark embodiment of fear
my hopes and dreams died.

In this pit
of darkness
and dread,
will my pain remain forever,
buried
under soft earth,
writhing,
remembering,
and take up residence in my being?

“No!”
His tenderness speaks to me
in vibrations,
emissions of light,
only known by my soul.

I must make this pilgrimage,
across fields occupied by brightness,
where he watched the stars
on tranquil nights.
He dreamed there,
in a caravan of hope,
and perhaps even glimpsed eternity,
in these Heartlands,
where joy still reigns,
and bristles in the majestic trees,
awakenings,
memoirs in poetry
of being loved.

I scream,
“he belonged to me”
and in those ashes are his bright eyes
and curly hair,

But those flames,
could not take his laughter.
I can still hear it,
echoing in the wind,
unforgettable,
kindness,
my child,
now shaped by pure light,
soaring…..

©AllysoAlly2018

Posted in Love

Mother’s day

Moms are the roots from which life’s energy flows.  These roots tether us to our families, spread our love, and ensure that we are forever connected.  Whether we look to the skies to remember our moms in spirit, or reflect upon the children that we once nourished, these bonds will never be broken.  On this day we can smile as we take solace in the knowledge that we will all be reunited again.
-Forever family foundation.

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kindred souls entwined forever,
memories to always treasure,
old photographs
and shining eyes,
holy radiance in me arise.
a heart in the tree

behold messages i clearly see,
divine lens of tranquility.
i spied a heart on lagoon view,
in tall trees
my love flew,
and settled right inside my heart,
soul ties that never depart.

heart on the lagoon

And the universe found a way to bring me a magical day…

©AllysoAlly2018

Posted in Keeping watch while I'm asleep

Awakening

“I lifted my hands and then my eyes and I allowed myself to be astonished by the great everywhere calling to me like an old and unspoken invitation.” ~David Whyte

awakening

When I found You,
it was from darkness
I emerged,
and I looked upon Your countenance,
Your loveliness.

My bones had turned to dust;
and my faith had dissolved into
a hopeless shadow of despair.
Foreboding lingered in the half-light.

I did not know the beginning from the end,
and the craving for completeness consumed my waking hours.

You showed me the way back to the light,
to my soul’s abode,
to a place I had always known,
deep in my heart.

The brightness within me was there all the time.

Untruth had clouded me,
and bonds had been broken,
dread had been set into my flesh.
I didn’t know who I was,
or where I belonged.
I was drowning in seas of uncertainty,
needing worldly favour
to know if I was human.
I was eroded by the schemes of men,
crumbled into non-existence.

The awakening was gradual,
as if I had to grow into it,
to become it.
When my eyes adjusted to mystical light,
colours took on
divergent elements,
and I was no longer afraid of
my own shadow.
With my ear to the ground,
I could hear songs of the Earth,
and the rhythm of my soul’s awakening.

You never said it would be easy,
You never said that I would not suffer,
but You enclosed me in grace
and occupied me with love.
My heartbeat resonated with Yours,
so that I could soar above adversity.
I became human
the way I am supposed to be.

And when the storms came,
I was ready…

I can never go back to the prison that once was my mind

©AllysoAlly2018