Augurs…

“As you awaken to your divine nature, you‘ll begin to appreciate beauty in everything you see, touch and experience.”
― Dr. Wayne Dyer

We are sparks of the divine,
moving endlessly through space and time,

bearing the darkness
wherever we go,
gathering light
in the overflow….

And memories float in liquid streams,
creating ripples
and lucid dreams…

Kindness returns us
to connection,
alchemizing our perceptions…

as we reclaim
our true selves,
from the flicker where glory dwells…

we are cherished
by light beings,
compositions
of the unseen…

changelings longing to be known,
beloved pilgrims
who ceaselessly roam…

seeking out definition,
augurs of this earth’s transition…

droplets falling back
into form,
remnants of the cosmic storms…

©AllysoAlly2020

In every storm…

We are in the middle of stormy weather and especially around The Cape of Good Hope, also known as The Cape of Storms. The seas have been very high, flooding the land near the shore. A friend of mine took this photo, he said that people were intentionally standing in the way of the waves, like children, and it was exhilarating…
In his words “It was refreshing to see the power of nature and in the end, how powerless we are to control our own destiny.” I loved his words and photos…
Photo courtesy of Charles Mercer Photography…

In every storm,
life gathers us,
to be our true selves,
it pummels lofty notions,
it deeply compels…

Rearranging our senses,
it renders us void,
rattling through the rafters
returning us to joy…

It reminds us
of our smallness,
but also our strength…
Momentarily engulfing us,
as it speaks to us in-depth…

Stripping us of arrogance,
tousling
with our rights,
as it works its magic
it transmutes us
into light…

Changing us into glory,
one molecule at a time,
revealing the mystical,
releasing the divine…

the law of nature
is a beautiful thing,
patiently
teaching us
to effortlessly sing…

And when it’s over
we must never return,
to our grandiose babbling,
and
grumbling words…

©AllysoAlly2020

landing in a different view…

I had
so many dreams
that didn’t
come true…
On reviewing
my expectations,
I landed in a different view…

Six-word Saturday…

I am taking advice from birds…

Seeing with the eyes of the heart…

“I am so grateful that surrender had taught me to willingly participate in life’s dance with a quiet mind and an open heart.”
― Michael A. Singer, The Surrender Experiment: My Journey into Life’s Perfection

The untethered soul
cannot be chained by circumstance
or relapse
into the insecurity
of the mind….
temporal attachments
have no hold
on those
who see their worth
through the eyes of love…

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

 

Luminous moments…

“Where your treasure is, there also will be your heart.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

On paths paved with adversity
I lost my joie de vivre.
I’ve trodden murky waters,
misery perceived.

The playful child I once was,
swallowed up by pain,
my pilgrimage of awakening
is all that grace contains!

So if you see me downcast,
it’s healing tears I cry.
I’m bedazzled by His mercy
and the most radiant skies!

I know I’m not the same,
a piece of me is gone,
but in these luminous moments
I vow to carry on…

©AllysoAlly2018

Fusing with Indigo

May you be blessed with a wise and compassionate guide
Who can accompany you through the fear and grief
Until your heart has wept its way to your true self.
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

The ebb and flow,
getting caught in the waves.
A deluge of emotions
my loss contained.

Fusing with indigo,
on soft grassy verge.
In quiet contemplation
distress is purged.

Sweeping tide of sorrow
is on the other side,
saturated by splendor
and grief subsides.

Plunged back into
cerulean hues,
repose returns,
with quiet azure views…

©AllysoAlly2018

Six word Saturday

Silent distractions float across the skies…

 

i’m alive

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i’ve been deaf, i could not see,
my eyes tight shut,
in silent scream!

then each morning
as I wake,
the birds call,
there’s no mistake,
that they know me
by my name,
the words are clear…..
to life reclaim!

and gently,
as i rise,
in sacred love,
i breath the skies!

in tiny steps,
i will live again,
my heart is ready, to transcend….

©AllysoAlly2017