the glory of heaven
came over me,
beneath opaline skies,
and cyan forms
scattered,
while I was
being synthesized,
to a fluid ocean
and sands
that quietly diffuse,
as the breath
of angels
held up
wondrous hues…
and whimsical feelings
beckoned
of an ambient design,
though in my own
stillness,
I forgot
the pace of time…
Speak to beauty,
speak to it with words,
fuse with its splendor,
give it your concerns…
Imbibe the nectar
of thankfulness,
be a broadcaster of
the miraculous…
Hold a space
for divine presence,
as a lover,
of nature’s essence…
magical skies
will inform your sight,
as glory
puts the world to right…
If I move knowingly
into its core,
will my mournful breath
be restored?
Will it hold me
when I cannot stand,
and ever so tenderly
take my hand,
to walk with me
into distractions,
where fluency
is carefully imagined…
and every fragment
of my marrow,
will turn my grief
into what is hallowed…
that when my tears
become lakes
I’ll dive into
evolved states,
To swim forever
in eternal oceans,
and completely mend
what’s been broken…
Reflections of eternity merged with the skies,
in true celebration
of nature
glorified…
When life stacks up
against me
and ominous winds blow,
I go down to the waters
and soak in
the flow… I mingle with sunlight
ever watchful
of my breath,
and in deep gratitude
I regain my strength… I hold space for butterflies,
as my burdens
drift away,
I gab with
the wild geese
forgetting yesterday… meandering through
the reeds
I lean into the grass,
walking on the waters
painted like glass… And in the reflection
beauty is unveiled,
in bountiful gatherings,
my sadness is exhaled…
©AllysoAlly2020
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life…
― Herman Hesse
I need your inspiration,
your holiness of being,
as you stand tall in sunshine, and keep me believing…
you surrender your dead weight
with charm and poise,
while still deeply connected to nourishing soils…
And as your dry leaves wither,
and dance to the ground,
a mystical vibration of love is all around…
I’ve translated the symbols
envisioned my needs,
I’ve broken up with envy
in readiness
I receive…
your merciful guidelines, through seasons of fall,
when grace is reimagined
and faith is reinstalled…
Like an elegant changeling, your beauty is unique,
at times of abundance
at times simply bleak…
I feel your introspection
your silent applause,
in wintery celebration, when nature takes a pause…
And beneath grounds
of knowing,
lies an ancient intention,
that spring will rise again with bountiful affection…
©AllysoAlly2020
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
―
They dressed her
in glossy
magazines,
just like
other beauty
queens…
frozen smiles
concealed
her heart,
deep obsessions
were works of art…
and beyond
the image
of hollow worlds,
lived the dreams
of a little girl…
within the images
of shattered
frames,
lay the fragile beauty
of the untamed…
Art by Olivier
©AllysoAlly2020
“You cannot be the light and hold another in darkness.”
― Paul Selig
Fragile antennas
sway
in the breeze,
catching the sunlight
with meticulous ease… Receivers tuned in
to a mystical show,
they bedazzle the sidewalks
in blushing rows…
located in strategic positions,
they are wired to acquire sacred transmissions…
©AllysoAlly2020
