I touched
the warm waters,
my heart was
in my hand… wading in the shallows
I felt the earth expand…
In the beauty
of that moment,
you were everywhere,
reminding me of
our cosmic dance,
freeing me of despair…
The waters lapped
my broken heart,
kissing me
with emotion…
I was one
with all
that was and is,
in a supernatural ocean…
Art by L. Muri…
I went down
to the river
to rewrite my vows,
merging
with creation
beneath hallowed boughs…
I went there
to wash
my misgivings
away,
the sweet waters flowed
into sentient spray…
And in the mists
of consuming
repose,
way down
in the shadows
my heart
was exposed…
In rivers
of mourning
I consented to the pain,
beneath
living waters
I will drink joy again…
©AllysoAlly2019
“Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.”
― Suzy Kassem
sometimes
words come
from pits of despair,
from stinking cesspools,
from marshy lairs…
beauty grows out
of darkened quags,
and flowers begin to bloom on lighter paths…
the lotus emerges from muddy pools,
inspiring a glow
like, recast jewels…
Art by Ally…
Sadly my Ziggy-Stardust cat changed worlds a year ago
but he continues to inspire me…
“In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi
from the wellspring
of a broken heart,
death’s brutality
had torn me apart…
spilling divinity
from the wound,
where grief’s sinew
had been exhumed… And words
overflow
from the source,
making prose a holy force…
not my words
alone,
just pickings
from my bones…
where light had infiltration,
grace allows
to raise
vibration…
©AllysoAlly2019
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
― Mark Twain
She spoke
with her eyes
asking how I survived
this brutal demise…
and she read
the depths
of my pain
in words unexplained…
as grief broke from my lips
in convoluted scripts…
her kind conversation
was my ground
of liberation…
Art courtesy of Facebook
©AllysoAlly2019
“You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand”
―
Sometimes I wallow,
wallow in pain,
in bottomless oceans
only the brave remain…
wounds widen, the hemorrhage is intense
I sink with the agony
of a rapid descent…
Crushed by a deluge
devoured by despair,
I struggle for breath, emptied of prayer…
With all strength depleted,
my body is weak,
in the consciousness of suffering,
its peace I seek…
Descending into journeys
of unraveled truth,
freed from attachments
in surrender
I conclude…
That I’m awoken by the crashing of unobstructed pain,
when flash-floods drown me
in bleak domains…
It’s under these waters,
that I see a faint glow,
and towards mercy, my spirit overflows…
Radiance dresses me
with benevolent care,
out of my body, I become aware…
of the courageous rescue
of my true self,
deep in dark oceans where the Divine dwells…
©Ally2019
“Those who sow in tears will reap in joy”…
Psalm 126
Her tears fell
like leaden showers,
sowing seeds
of pitiful flowers,
planted by streams
with loving care,
she harvested them
in desperate prayer…
mementos
in halls of grief,
divine jewels
that held belief…
narrations of her sacred tears
where heavenly landscapes
drew near…
they grew from sorrow
yet contained joy,
blossoms that colored
her inner void,
and filled her life
with light and sound,
reflections of how grace abounds…
©Ally2017
