The wonder years…

“If you stumble make it part of the dance.”
-Author unknown

This picture was taken by my brother in Bulawayo…

euphoric tempos soothe my breath
a still mind renews my strength
and I swirl to rhythms of mercy and grace
sentient moods
of a soft embrace

I dance away the hurt
I dance away the pain
with sacred movements that I cannot explain
and everything evaporates
sorrow disappears
and I am held in harmony with the wonder years!

When I was a child I dreamed of being a dancer
but I was not as slim as the other dancers and I never made the cut.
They also seemed superficial and snobby
and I told my Mum that I felt out of place.
I felt like a dull little girl, outshone by beauty!
I still dance though, even when everyone is watching,
it helps me to forget…

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Sound-track

“Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in.”
― Leonard Cohen

Doing the “Stevie dance.”

Take me back
in time
to the sound-track of my life,
when lyrics spoke volumes
and made me
feel fine…

And we danced in celebration
completely unrestrained,
sweet songs of revival
gushed like holy rain!

we tuned-in to heartbeats
gazed up at the skies
we recognized the wildness
that made us feel alive

even through
the struggle
we knew the dream was near,
we spoke with poetry
to quell our deepest fears…

and our silent ponderings
were fluent in verse,
imbued
with a fragrance
that covers the whole earth….

My son Stevie could dance, and he encouraged everyone else too.
I always think of him when I dance and I know he is joining in!

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She flew away…

From enchanted forests
she flew away,
and planted herself
near paved walkways,
for she was tired
of not been seen,
she surely was a beauty queen!

humbly I stood
beneath her arms,
feeling the magic
of her charm.
She showed me windows
to the skies,
and in her shadow
I fantasized,
of the coming of
a brave new earth,
where the air is filled
with blessed mirth,

in the light of her frolicking leaves,
I danced with her
in sanguine dreams,
and as she swayed
in the wintery winds,
she reminded me of an eternal spring…

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Chorus line…

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

I love how they leaned together
like a chorus line,
dancers gathering
in the glorious sunshine,
motioning me over
to bask in their presence
in playful fields
along walkways
beyond the city limits… 

and in the poetry of elegant branches
they held the form of poised dancers…

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In your light…

“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

Sometimes I walk in on magic,
the kind
that radiantly blends…
It scatters
downcast fragments,
and boldly transcends…

Caressing me with color,
I’m kissed by the sun
and I dance in the glow
of feelings
I can’t outrun…

I bask in the light of iridescent shades,
saturated in wonder,
I wait
as daylight fades…

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Stillness sighs…

“The journey in between what you once were and who you are now becoming is where the dance of life takes place.”
― Barbara De Angelis

When twinkling lights
quietly fade
and all I hear is the serenade
of cicadas
singing in the trees
and the sound of silence
on the breeze

and the crowds opaquely
drifted home
and I sat in the darkness
all alone
holding out for the faintest spark
where stillness sighs
without remark

I came to life in tangible breath
knowing I am all
but death
illuminated in the night skies
a speck of stardust
in your eyes
captured
in present
future
and past
I’ve broken my vows
ended my fast

when the Time Lords came
and held me close
I knew my strength
I scribbled notes
of how you came
to set me free
in pain of death
my reality
and chaos met
and conspired to break
the sense that this is all a mistake…

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Live like it’s heaven on Earth…

“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey

The soft winds blow me
back to surrender,
unraveling grief
this sweet November.

on heavy footsteps
I break dry earth
I’m falling
falling..

into a gentle return!

We are the
incandescence of eternal love
a manifestation
of what is spoken of..

by the God of our understanding and celestial beings,
as endless euphonies
of what is unseen…

We came to earth
to complete a task,
to blossom in love,
to learn contrast..

Never forgetting our eternal home,
constantly guided
never alone!

And when our days come to pass,
we’ll return again
to the sacred dance…

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recapture your groove…

In order to understand the dance, one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance..
-Rumi

Leonard Cohen’s song ” Dance me to the end of love” inspired me to write this….

dance to the rhythm of the flowers and the trees,
let the mood embrace you
as you dance with the breeze…

feel the tempo move you
to resonate with sound,
even as your body swirls and breathlessness abounds…

love will fall down on you and bring you back to life,
dance with the holiness
of everything divine…

in Autumn
in Summer
when Winter turns to Spring,
dance in the embers of your suffering…

darkness will scatter
as light fills your lungs,
voices will echo and speak in holy tongues…

dance in communion
with your mother the earth,
twirl through the chaos until silence is heard…

dance to the measure of an endless love,
spin until you understand
what grace is made of…

be a whirling dervish
let your thoughts take flight,
dance with the magic of a moonlit night…

birds will fly heavenward on mystical wings,
let your anthem fill the skies
as your body swings…

ageless  
timeless
dance fills the air,
exhale very slowly to remove the despair…

little by little, your spirit will begin to move,
enter the stillness
and recapture your groove…

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Monday magic…

the script
has written me
into other lands,
where the heaviness
of loss
makes the heart ♡ expand…
and love’s favor
ricochets,
it moves
it dances…
it elevates….
in colorful auras
on grace-filled days,
it’s a side-effect
of divine praise…

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Secret Gardens…

“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey

When we were in Cape Town, we stayed opposite a house where friends used to live. It had been sold, and was left almost derelict. As I peeked through the fence it brought back a flood of memories…

A grand old lady,
she once stood tall,
with the echo of laughter
within her walls…
garden parties
and peach champagne,
children dancing
unrestrained…

soirees in the afternoons
Shania Twain
made us swoon…
and we sang the songs
of yesteryear,
drenched by halcyon atmospheres…

days that seemed so simple
and nights filled
with stars,
now we ponder our reflections,
and recall
who we are…

magical creatures
attracted to light,
sojourners of these lands,
pilgrims
and worshipers
of a great expanse…

though overgrown
with weeds,
she’d seen
better days,
her light still emanates
and her grounds
remember praise…

Let’s reimagine favor
and reappoint cheer,
live as if it’s heaven on earth,
and hold each moment dear…

our beings are built for motion,
and we must comply,
as we live inside the changes
like strange butterflies…

©AllysoAlly2020