Augurs of light…

Sadly we have been exposed here in Africa and I will probably have to stay home for a while and watch the grass and flowers grow. I don’t really mind!
I took this picture on my last outing to the store, the flowers hold such promise, they seem to have no cares…
In fact, they gave me hope…

augurs of light

Agapanthus swayed,
the dream was at hand,
in love’s equation,
faith will stand,
and darkness
blinked
in the eye of the storm,
conscious contact
was being transformed…

Messengers of hope
placed there
by chance,
a graceful exposure
was willing to dance…

Strength from beyond,
in unlimited flow,
untold guidance
was being bestowed…

Calling on soothsayers,
augurs of light,
in chambers of love,
we got through this night…

And lucid blossoms
still wave in the wind,
acts of kindness
can never be dimmed…

Longing for the age of Aquarius…

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.”
― John Lennon

oblivion

From seas of oblivion
every soul arose,
speaking tongues
of gratitude,
and the mastery of repose…

Every tribe was holy,
coalescing as one,
casting down their egos,
the age of peace
had begun…

And love played out
in rhapsodies,
across Universal skies,
the search was over
as the whole earth
harmonized…

Grace was among them
colored by the winds,
they changed
into light-beings
and faith touched
their skins…

bestowed
with loving-kindness,
all souls were found,
transfigured
by radiance,
and the indwelling of sacred sounds…

Art by Ally…

Eventide…

gardens of delight

She strolled
in the garden
at eventide,
an infinite presence
by her side…

she ambled through thickets
of dancing light,
finding auras
and magical sights…

when remembrance
followed,
she knew his name,
the delight
of her heart
was fully proclaimed…

I found a clearing…

“When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope”
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

woods

I was left behind
in foreboding woods,
enquiring of dreams
in eerie hoods…

Feeling pain deep in my being,
the resonance of the unseen.
In the wilds of heartache, darkness compels
a time of gathering, of secret spells…

Trampled by condescending tongues
the voices turned into a distant hum…

And I found a clearing in the trees
and prayed until my sorrow eased…

the suffering of undaunted souls, on grounds of courage where death arose…

In conscious thought
in memories,
our lives assuaged by the testimonies…

of broken souls
made wise by grief,
sages who speak of mystical beliefs…

Shadow dancers…

shadow dancers 3

Shadow dancers
on the shore,
flowing with Earth’s encore,
gliding over silver sands,
wanderers
in graceful lands…

nimbly stepping
through
ocean mists,
keeping watch
while tides shift,
seeing beyond this mortal coil,
beyond chaos,
beyond turmoil!

Peering into mystical realms,
above the breakers,
past the swells.
Where darkness
gives way to light,
and every Earthling
reunites…