Child of the Universe…

“You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”
― Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

Reflecting
on my childhood
when I first believed…
in fairies and magic,
and glory revealed…So innocent and whimsical,
I could see outside myself,
when love was all that mattered
and dreams were heartfelt…

Before the world changed me
and robbed me of joy,
I marveled at seedlings,
an intrepid tomboy…

Before I knew war and hate
or the taste of grief,
I lived in a bubble of unshakable belief…
that flowers blossomed to please me
and animals could speak,
when oceans were safe to swim
and freckles kissed my cheeks…

Before I felt unlovely
when magic was real,
the lyrics of love songs
had astonishing appeal…

I lived in the moment
a dreamy little girl
nothing could touch me in this mystical world…

The stars in the heavens shone brightly for me;
no Earthling
to steal
my curiosity…

I loved adventure
and talking with my pets,
uncontaminated by shame
or dreadful regrets…
Lemonades on weekend’s
expeditions on my bike
unafraid to swim out far,
or realize that
I disliked…
greedy humans,
or feelings of despair,
I believed in kindness,
and that every Earthling cared…

I yearn to be restored into flawless vision,
to dance with the wind,
freed of ambition…

But my soul remembered
the pact that I made,
to be chiseled
and broken,
to discard the masquerade…

A child of the Universe,
steeped in grace,
free to love
and forever embrace…the wonders of eternity and the beauty of all the Earth…
This is the story
of how I reclaimed my birth…

©Ally2019

You know the feeling?

You know the feeling of yourself deep inside that hasn’t really changed since you were a boy?” I said. “The way you have felt the same to yourself as a young man, in middle age, and even now? It’s kind of transparent: you know what it is, but it’s hard to put your finger on it. You can just relax your mind into that feeling and ride out through it. The body comes apart, but you can rest in who you have always been.” ~Mark Epstein

Already Free

she had this feeling deep inside
the kind of magic
that’s hard to hide…

The girl,
she used to be,
forever
letting her see…
blue skies,
fluffy clouds,
hearts that chime
and beat out loud…

like when her ear is to the ground,
and vibrations of
joy
resound!

When awoken in,
darkest hour,
paths sprinkled
with
wildflowers…

To scribble down her deepest woes,
to feel despair
into the toes,
to free herself  from Earthly fears,
to swoop and dance
and be sincere…

To talk of dreams,
how to survive,
in atmospheres of being alive…

knowing this,
is not all there is,
in narratives of sublime bliss…

©Ally2019

Transposed blues…

senses coalesce
with temperate transfusions
transposing the blues

An invitation…

“The wise man does not lay up his own treasures.
The more he gives to others,
the more he has for his own.”
― Lao Tzu

Their open hearts announced
an invitation,
to be the fragrance of love
and generosity!

Exposing their true colors,
they were worthy of celebration,
and those who beheld them,
flocked to
their arrangement…

Tinged with a little of the wild
and cast with passion,
their quiet attitude attracted
sentient beings
who grasped the resonant tones
of deep kindness
and affection…

their treasure not in transient things but in gifts of love, freely given…
©Ally2019
 

Six-Word Saturday…

her open heart announced an invitation…

Snapshots…

“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”
― Maya Angelou

Snapshots
of carefree days,
sunflowers in bright array,
resuscitating
downcast moods,
in contemplative interludes…

gratitude expressed
in words,
sometimes chirped
by early birds,
in brief moments, the unhurried muse,
gently bequeaths
breathtaking views…
©Ally2019
 

Rebirth…

“Someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.”
― David Whyte

Dead trees wave
in remembrance of pain,
burnt out embers
starkly remain…
assuming a descent onto dark earth
brittle branches crack
coveting rebirth…

whispering
wondering
if resonance still lingers
of ailing limbs
where vitality withers,
and crashing and burning
to ashen gloom,
the kind earth receives grief
into her
womb…

©Ally2019

 

Scattered blues…

On days like this, in scattered blues
I’m quenched by
cerulean hues,
and breath gasps towards the heavens,
groping for
favorable blessings…

My feet unstable on the ground,
in ripples that splash,
conceding sounds,
that heave
beneath
melancholy sighs,
the lingering residue that stains the skies…

My spirit tossed into the waves,
acquiescing to
mercurial shades…

©Ally2019