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What dreams may come…

“Perhaps the way of things always existed in a greater way,
so it’s not about discovering something new about God
it’s about returning to what was already known.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
-Kryon⠀

One day I’ll tell you my dreams
of when the Time Lords gathered,
when love was in our eyes
and faith really mattered…

When I could see clearly
into the depths
of water-coloured seas,
and life was not fearful
and humans where
completely free!

Sometimes I go back to the habitation
of my dreams,
to endless sunsets,
where joy intervenes…

Maybe I’ll return some day
and you’ll be reimagined,
and grace will be abundant,
no more will I be saddened.

and all my tears
will become
as crystalline dew,
love will be immeasurable,
my faith in life renewed.

To walk forever
with only beautiful thoughts,
and be sheltered in eternity,
with only love as my source…

But for now I’ll listen
to the quiet voice within,
surrender to this presence
closer than my skin…

©AllysoAlly2021

Posted in dreaming out loud

Skip the light fandango!

“Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.” Yoda

This was eight years ago in London…

It’s a treasury of heroic stories
it’s joy unfolding
lessons in forgiveness
love incarnate.

from the stars we came
unraveled by the knowing
that our bodies slowly fade.

We write these pages
as a memoir,
to remind us of who we are becoming,
though jaded
and exhausted by the times we live in
we still speak in song
*we skip the light fandango
and turning cartwheels across the floor”
our imaginations alive with wonder!

our stories are real
bloodied impressions
of who we want to be,
we discard our excess flesh
“peel off our dragon skins”

to one day turn into vessels of pure light
drifting in a universe of color
particles of wonder
stretched across the galaxies
never be parted again

we are souls afloat
in a sea of flesh,
experiencing contrasts
of light and dark…

we crave reunion!

I long to meet you on silent shores
beyond this time
far from present danger,
to gab about many things
like “why the sea is boiling hot
and weather pigs have wings!”

and sink into the knowing that we are so very loved.

Can connections ever fade
like yellowed pages of a book?
Have we written these stories in invisible ink
to be forgotten
or will we return?

when we look through this hour-glass of time
the clock ticks loudly
reminding us of our frailty
we feel the weight of separation.
yet we are given courage by our ancestors
by Time Lords
to stay the course….

Eight years ago, I was visiting family in Eastbourne, it was my sister’s birthday
and we had a family reunion like has never been seen before and probably
will not be seen again.
So much has changed since then and I let my imagination stretch across the miles
to bring to life these memories…

*A straightforward, literal interpretation of these lyrics: We skipped the light fandango. Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor. Skipping is a way of hopping and running at the same time. It’s the sort of thing a happy child would do.

References…
A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum
The Voyage of the Dawn-treader(the un-dragoning of Eustace)by CS Lewis
The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll

©AllysoAlly2021

Posted in dreaming out loud

A butterfly child…

“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
― Danielle LaPorte

You made me feel like a girl again
a butterfly child
so free and so wild
wearing flowers in my hair
and love under my skin…

I was intoxicated by the music
and suddenly the sun broke through
in one of those moments
nothing really mattered…

I felt free once before the world changed me.
I had dreams that I’ve buried deep.

Sometimes a deep disillusionment hangs over me.
A sage once told me to allow the experience, to sit in it.

Then slowly I learn how to find that girl again, so free and so wild.
..

©AllysoAlly2021