Mystical immersions…

“My heart is so small
it’s almost invisible.
How can You place
such big sorrows in it?
“Look,” He answered,
“your eyes are even smaller,
yet they behold the world.”
― Rumi

Broken in pieces,
on the dark side of the moon,
just a cacophony of irrepressible tunes…
My song is over
the crowds have gone home, shattered, 
bludgeoned,
exposed to the bone… In crypts of longing,
I recounted my fears,
of sacred ceremonies
of sanguine tears… Basking in the resplendence of
Illuminating light,
bent forwards,
I surrendered to the night… Reconciling the struggle of my soul’s journey,
to mystical immersions,
of being set free…

©Ally2019

 

Six-word Saturday

good vibrations of a misty morning…

Exchanging Pleasantries…

elongated
shadows
mellow rays,
exchanging pleasantries
on cooler days,
frolicking between
flaxen leaves,
not enabling colors to grieve…

changing seasons,
coalescing winds,
fall’s momentum
cannot be dimmed,
muted feelings
hazy skies
Autumn’s mood is never shy!

Bloom where you are planted…

“Bloom where you are planted!”
-Saint Francis de Sales

Flowers don’t grow
weary,
they rise up
with the sun
spending their days frolicking 
hardly overcome!
And when the seasons change
they rest for a while,
till the next time
you see them
glowing undefiled…
They festoon
our gardens
in worshipful praise,
with carefree abandonment, brightening our days…
Blossoming
where they are planted,
an uncomplaining bunch,
basking
in the nourishment
of waterlogged mulch…

©Ally2019

Hall of mirrors…

“The ego is the false self-born out of fear and defensiveness.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

In a hall of mirrors, they saw themselves,
their little selves,
they were overwhelmed…
dropping pretense
they came to life,
in songs of freedom
they became divine…

©Ally2019

Shooting star…

“We all shine on…like the moon and the stars and the sun…we all shine on…come on and on and on…”
― john Lennon

Your fragrance lingers, in an essence divine…
I keep your image
in my inmost shrine…
Your loveliness astounds me,
your presence unique, I feel you gently 
brush on my cheek… In the glorious afterlife
you play amongst
the stars,
I glimpsed you in darkness
shooting past Mars…
An eternal reminder that love never dies,
though
I have yet
to behold you
with earthen eyes…

Image courtesy of Facebook

©Ally2019
 

With love from heaven…

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

I searched
for signs
in the undergrowth,
and heaven called,
gave me
her oath,
to bring me comfort 
and guard me
from despair,
a faithful messenger,
of
tender loving care…

To fill my days with waking dreams,
and infuse my nights with moonbeams…
To send glad tidings that all is well.
drenched in love
down to my cells…

©Ally2019

Six-word Saturday…

angels scribbling messages across the skies

Wading in the shallows…

Swirls of abundance
the fishermen
wait
wading in the shallows
they cast their bait, 
and the ocean bestows
a plethora
of fish,
floating
on the tide
in a bountiful
swish…