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Hamba Kahle Arch…

“In our fragile and crowded world, we can survive only together. We can be truly free, ultimately, only together. We can be human only together.”
~ Archbishop Desmond Tutu

I watched the truth and reconciliation commission on TV in Zimbabwe.
Desmond Tutu urged us to do the same in South Africa.
If we understand the stories, the truth behind the lies, it will change our worldview forever. He cried when he heard of the terrible suffering, as we should.
Thank you Arch for being our teacher, for loving every one of us fiercely, and for the laughter and jokes.
My memory of you is moving to Bishop’s Court and opening your swimming pool to all the kids from the township.
The other memory is of you teaching the Dali lama to dance.
I hope we can follow your example and be as kind and forgiving as you were.
You will not be forgotten, your legacy is our inheritance..
Hamba Kahle Arch, friend to so many.

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To my Stevie…


I’ll sing the songs you taught me
in glades of diaphanous Light.
I’ll be the kindness you gave me,
on dark and lonely nights.

Your footprints in the forests,
still wash up on distant shores,
the starlight that enabled me
to join with earth’s encore…

You dance on weary mornings
with light-beams
across my room,
with visions that re-awaken me
from this wholly tiresome gloom!

Keep shining in my daytime
keep holding me
when we cry,
be the presence I always seek,
be the softness of pale blue Skies…

You are the colors at sunset
the rainbow’s gentle promise,
you are the transfiguration,
my quiet vows of solace…

There is no forgetting,
no time for remorse,
when death and sorrow visit us
and clutter up our thoughts…

I’ll sing songs of redemption,
and paint on a smile,
honor your beautiful memory
born from what was wild…

The truth is we’ve been here before,
when darkness covered the waters,
we’ll return again
someday
armed with what God taught us…

Forgiveness will be easy
and love will forever find
the beauty that awakened us,
carefully refined…

My son Stevie changed worlds 4 years ago today.
He is always with me, still one of my greatest teachers.
We have spent many lifetimes together
and we will be together again, I have been assured of that…

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Saint Joan…

“One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it.
But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief,
that is a fate more terrible than dying.”
― Joan of Arc

Painting by Jean Bastien-Lepage

She was silenced by nobles
by an unbelieving crowd,
accused of heresy
her visions disallowed!

But beneath the whisper
in a consecrated place,
she listened to the voices
and she held fast to grace

For courage was before her
and great was her strength
she upheld reason
even into death…

Her unexpected victories
turned the tide of the war
Her sacrifice and courage
can never be ignored

And they burned her beauty
but they never erased
her voice,
for hers was the victory
for which we now rejoice….

©AllysoAlly2021

Recently I have been studying some of the great people in History
who where either jailed or put to death for their beliefs.

Saint Joan of arc (The Maid of Orleans) has always been one of my heroines,
she heard voices and heeded the call to fight for what she believed in.
She was burnt at the stake as a witch and a heretic for the living that belief…
She was canonized after death.
It seems that throughout history great people died
and were chastised for their belief.
Galileo it’s an example, when he said the earth revolves around the sun.
He was sentenced to life imprisonment as a heretic.
Isn’t it a strange thing that there are those who have had to fight for truth?

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Fly high…

“Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.”
― Mitch Alb

I’ve held grief in my body
inside my heavy heart
I know that I must grieve for you
though I feel blown apart

you never said goodbye to me
your wounds were never healed
you couldn’t see a future
you’d lost all of your dreams

I know the hurting is over
you’ve grown wings dear one
your flying with the angels
and your journey has just begun…

in this head-space of sorrow
my heaviness beats
you say to me don’t grieve
for you are in eternal peace…

I’ll keep watch for you
at sunset
I’ll feel you in pouring rain
I’ll hold you in my memory
and rejoice that you’re freed from pain..


a friend of mine passed yesterday
and it totally knocked the wind out of me…

©AllysoAlly2021

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Rest well my friend…

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

The skies yearned to hold you
the moon knew your face,
you filled this world with magic
and the warmth of your embrace…

and when your bones grew weary
your learnt how to fly
you flew above the darkness
you soared into celestial skies…

And the Angels
received you
with a glorious refrain,
a wonderous celebration
a journey into love’s domain…

and your tears ceased a falling
the higher you flew,
you saw a world of radiance
from an irresistible view,
you became part of the oceans
part of the cosmic seas,
one with the movement
into the dance
you were set free…

I can still hear your laughter above the gusty winds,
you sparkle in my mind’s eye
your light cannot be dimmed…

I will love you forever, until the end of time
and then I’ll love you again
when we remember
that we’re truly divine!

I’ll never be able to listen to Mike Jagger and not think of you darling friend.
I’ll always put mayonnaise on my cheese sarmies.
You were the only one I know in the whole wide world who could make
awesome cappuccinos with Frisco coffee and a *bully beef quiche fit for a queen.
Your life touched mine in the soft places that no one else sees,

you were a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a warm heart,
a light in this dark world.
You have been released from your suffering and have gone home to God.
I will never forget you beloved Joan and I will love you forever,
until we meet again. Rest well my darling.

*bully beef = tinned corned beef

©AllysoAlly2021

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For what is it to die?

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
― Kahlil Gibran

Fading with the sunset
she soared
into the skies,
not even a murmur
her breath rhapsodized…

and she left a sparkle
a trace here on earth,
a graceful recollection,
an elixir of mirth…

she rose again at dawn
in the most elegant of light
beckoned by the angles
her spirit took flight…

As she danced in the radiance of emerging tones,
the delight of many
fluently known…

from restless tides of suffering,
she was gently released,
as she supped at the table of a resplendent feast…

©AllysoAlly2021

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Tommy…

In South Africa we have Parking Attendants, some call them car guards.
They are gentle men who are not able to find traditional jobs
for one reason or another, so they help with parking, carrying shopping
and keeping our cars safe.
This is Tommy, he is an amputee and he is at his station everyday
no matter the weather and he is always smiling and waving…
He is definitely a bright face on an overcast day…

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Endless love…

Dedicated to 2 hearts that stopped beating at 20 weeks…

We are born
from the waves
of endless love,
from the breath
of the Divine…

Filled with the light
of abiding grace,
brought forth
to abundantly shine…

emerging from the womb
of cosmic seas,
we are swept in on tides of joy…

held in the symphonies
of all that is good,
our souls are never destroyed…

Some are born
with fearless lungs,
some are born sleeping,
we are all part
of this great expanse,
birthed for a reason…

Attuned to the heavens
we remember the words
written on the skein of time…

however brief this sojourn,
we recognize
that we are divine…

In a glorious celebration,
inseparable
from God above,
we are ageless
and everlasting,
made in the image of love…

©AllysoAlly2020
Artist unknown

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The world waits…

Since I was a child I have dreamed of visiting the USA, I’ve sung all the songs, seen all the movies and watched a little too much news lately. We hang on “tenterhooks” waiting for the outcome of elections because it always affects us here in Sub Saharan Africa. (travel, visas, etc)
I hope to be able to visit the land of the free and the home of the brave some day…
(My son went in 2008 & 2014)

I’ve lived this dream for so long
to wear flowers in my hair,
see the sights of San Francisco
find my way
across the Delaware…

Just to see Amarillo skies,
to California dream,
climb the Rocky Mountains high,
taste corn bread and beans…

I’ll take the last train to Clarksville,
feel some Philadelphia freedom,
ask my way to San Jose and realise I’ve met Jesus…

By the time I get to Phoenix
Carolina will be on my mind,,
singing “Sweet home Alabama”
leaving Wichita behind…

I long for the spring of Sacramento,
to feel a New York kind of groove,
see the lights of Massachusetts,
sing the New Orleans blues…

“I hear they’re dancing in Chicago
down in New Orleans
In New York City
there will be dancing in the street”…

I want to go to Graceland,
Memphis Tennessee,
speed on Ventura highway,
drink me some
moonshine whiskey…

Take in, a New York minute,
see the sights of Portland Maine,
I’ve never been to Houston in April,
or ridden the peace train…

I love the sound of Albuquerque,
Sausalito
and Santa Fe,
Seattle is on my bucket list,
though they say it always rains…

there’s always the Florida Keys, way down in Kokomo,
Key Largo sounds exciting,
this is my first rodeo…

there’s a bridge over the Tallahatchie,
but I won’t go there,
they say west Virginia is almost heaven,
where I’ll find me a grizzly bear…

©AllysoAlly2020

Disclaimer: I’m an African and not sure of the Geography of the States, so forgive me if I mixed anything up…

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My indigo child…

The month of October is particularly hard for me. It’s my Stevie’s birthday month. We celebrate his life in every year. I personally celebrate him everyday. I will be doing this until I see him again in the flesh in the new earth…
He was a man of many talents, and traveled the world, China, India, Israel, USA, UK, Europe. His next stop would have been Russia. He was passionate about God, his family, his friends, cricket, history, Indian food, and he loved a good debate. He developed a reading app for underprivileged kids in the USA. His favorite cities were Jerusalem & Paris. He walked in the steps of Jesus, from Bethlehem to Golgotha. He purchased houses for the homeless and befriended the destitute. He would sit on the pavement with beggars and chat to vagrants.
I miss his laugh, his dance, his humor, his enquiring mind, his generosity, his kindness, his compassion for the homeless and poor, holding his hand and his physical presence. His friends called him “sentimental Stevie” because he loved talking about deep things. You could say he was an old soul an *indigo child…
He had friends of every belief, Hindus Jains, Jews, Muslims, Atheists, Buddhists, Christians and he loved finding out more about people and what they believed.
He is not gone because I feel his presence all around me every single day, and he sends me many signs to tell me he is still with me…

Today is his birthday, he would have been 36, he changed worlds 3 years ago. I feel him all around me, guiding me, watching over me. I feel honored that he was given to me for 33 years, he was and still is one of my greatest teachers, he taught me how to forgive.
His friend’s from India named him Satish which in Sanskrit means “one who is truthful”.

I carved my grief
into the bark,
beyond the known,
beneath flickering sunlight
where fairies do roam,

and the forests sigh
in remembrance
of my child
for he once walked
in sacred woodlands
so free
and so wild…

his feet left a trace on foreign lands
he’s written into the marrow,
into the timeless expanse…

In clearings of exquisite light,
he glows,
steeped in the essence of indigo…

©AllysoAlly2020

and after all, like John Lennon says…”we all shine on like the moon and the stars and the sun”….

one of his favorite bands…

*Indigo children are considered to be freethinkers with profound insight into the human condition and an ability to see the truth clearly. As spiritually gifted old souls, indigo children find it hard to fit into mainstream society and often become misunderstood, rejected, or misdiagnosed and medicated.