“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.”
― Mary Oliver
Swirling clouds before my eyes
I pause a moment
as they inscribe
messages
and scribbled notes
presentations
with bold strokes.
Unreadable memos,
wordless signs
catch me day dreaming all the time…
“We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.”
― Carl Gustav Jung
She is a living breathing spectacle
of nature
found in secret places
born of night
she grows weary by day
her crimson apparel never fading with her life
she is a messenger of love
reminding me of rebirth
of new beginnings
of samsara
And hope swells within me
For I have been ripped to the core
spread out like a wasteland
longing for the night
to end my suffering
I am the sleeper dancing between worlds
you send winged messengers to comfort me
to remind me that I am never alone
to bring beauty
to my wilderness of doubt
And she stayed alive long enough
to become the beauty
that we all are
for she flies against the light
leaving a trail of joy
behind her
it’s only in dying that she continues
her hatchlings live on
in hidden places
she is my joy made complete..
©AllysoAlly2021
‘When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi
There’s a chant over the waters,
a resonance of grace,
an eloquent knowing
a divine embrace…
The trees are swaying noisily
to the movement of the wind,
fluid elaborations
of light that’s quietly dimmed.
and the rain falls softly
from sunless skies,
spoonbills dance together,
their mood vocalized.
fields rejoice loudly in squelching sounds,
and a festival of color revitalizes the ground!
©AllysoAlly2021
Sun-kissed
the morning
in a ray of faint light,
honey-colored feelings
had ended the night…
and feelings burst
with color
in blushing pinks
and greens,
releasing me gently
from mysterious dreams…
rain had fallen
steadily,
quenching dry earth,
windows were misty
and bird-song
was heard…
I could smell
the fragrance
of soft forest moods,
as raindrops
touched-down
like luminous jewels…
And gratitude
came pouring,
covering the ground,
in worshipful
celebration,
of a glorious resound…
©AllysoAlly2021
I woke up the other day and I wondered why I am here and what am I here for, I got the answer very quickly…
“What I am really saying is that you don’t need to do anything, because if you see yourself in the correct way, you are all as much extraordinary phenomenon of nature as trees, clouds, the patterns in running water, the flickering of fire, the arrangement of the stars, and the form of a galaxy. You are all just like that, and there is nothing wrong with you at all.” ― Alan Watts
I am the sum of wild imaginations,
broken open
laid bare,
not withered by age
or cynical
for I am as flimsy as air…
I am dew in autumn, the frost on winter grass,
the festivity of new arrivals
love that was made to last…
I am the spray of the ocean
the movement of the waves
the echo of thunder,
figments of the brave…
I am a lengthy version
of sadness
and of grief,
sometimes a live-streamed memorial
an ever-shifting belief…
I am the wildness of the forest; the call of tree frogs,
the glow of fire flies in summer,
a dance in the temple of gods…
There’s nothing profound about me, I am an allegory of words,
no legendary savior,
just an ordinary girl…
no fanfare or procession
no valiant calling,
for I am as simple as rain drops,
in streams of grace
out-pouring…
I am the reminder of gratitude
holding me to account,
the discovery of magic
in mysteries I have espoused…
I hold memories of my ancestors still alive in my genes,
Time lord encounters,
stop-overs in my dreams…
I reach for the joy of the moment
the resonance of the earth,
the calling of forgiveness
and the re-discovery of mirth…
©AllysoAlly2021
“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”― Rumi
Meet me at a place of love,
a reunion,
where hearts need no words to speak
and grace is measureless…
meet me where symphonies
revive us
from our dark obsessions.
where flower beds are gentle
and lands grow fertile with joy…
meet me where dance is everlasting
and our anthems are heard among the constellations
and time is just the word we use to capture
the images we can’t forget…
let us become the now moment of this celebration
and even when emotions are strained
and merged with pain
and terrible longing
meet me there
even in the desolate landscapes of sorrow
and I will bring my offerings as human as I am
deeply flawed
yet illuminated by the radiance of star-dust…
these Long stories that require presence,
these unfinished confessions
call for a meeting place
where we put the world on hold
and remember who we were
before the foundation of the earth!
Where the shores of tomorrow are unafraid and we only see through a butterfly’s eyes…
©AllysoAlly2021
“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.”
― Mary Oliver
It’s one of those heavy days that has no imagination or flow,
I have to seek it out among trees and flowers.
The birds call me out from weighty agendas and beckon me back to silence.
The air is thick with wonder and Jupiter has made me many promises.
I sit among the colors, waiting for gatherers to rest on the alluring foliage,
and have their fill. Offerings of succulent nectar are everywhere.
Staring up through tiny windows I see the light of heaven
and I breathe in the composure of my surroundings…
I exhale the wretchedness of fear that desires to lay waste to earth!
Weariness seems to subside just a little in my garden of dreams…
©AllysoAlly2020
