Sometimes I go back
to a tributary of dreams,
to colourful skies
when faith intervened,
and all my tears
were as crystalline dew,
and love was
immeasurable,
and grace was in view.
and I walked forever
with only beautiful thoughts,
sheltered by eternity,
with an ever-loving source…
But for now, I reside with the quiet voice within,
surrendered to his presence
closer than my skin…
“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
On sunny walk-ways
through sheltered groves,
when light softens
and quiet streams flow,
she felt a hush
of fluent air,
as she skipped along
without a care,
while all around her
the city roared,
and crowds gathered
and feelings poured…
In the shrubbery
vows were made,
and she let the intensity
slowly fade,
as nature healed
her very form,
in that moment she was reborn!
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“The Wilderness holds answers to more questions than we have yet learned to ask.”
― Nancy Newhall
When the ground is speckled in lamplight
and the moon is at its height
I hear the stars chanting to the motion of the night.
and I go to secret places where no one can see,
I covet nature’s rhythm
among the evergreens.
I fly beyond the limits of time and space
into a gradual falling,
a covering of grace.
and the butterflies whisper
my dreams
on the banks
calling me back
to a time of giving thanks.
when I wandered into cafes quaffing ready brews,
knowing the light was dancing
between me and you…
where, even the bullfrogs lulled me back to sleep
and the dew of the morning
would gloriously weep.
I dream of the sunlight sparkling among the reeds,
falling in love again,
doing just as I please.
I am that happy camper on the banks of paradise
the Time lords imagined me,
I’m be-loved in their sight!
So I wash my fears in the darkness
and call out to joy,
preparing a table
beyond the maddening noise,
though I taste the burning
of my hopes and dreams
I remember my baptism in incandescent streams…
And among the dusky shadows there’s a silent ache,
it’s the longing I hold onto
it keeps me awake…
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Let’s just
keep saying
the lines out-loud
and speaking
paragraphs of love…
writing reams
of compassion
across the skies…
chanting forgiveness
until it is heard,
allowing grace
to lift us
like the new moon
rising
and causing a stir…
©AllysoAlly2021
“Yes, ‘n’ how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?”
―
Faith took flight
in fragile pods,
keeping their promise,
to return
to God…
and wishes moved across the skies,
falling as dreams
immortalized…
the answers my friend
have taken flight,
holding vigils on darkest nights…
©AllysoAlly2020
“We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”
― George Orwell
Deserted beaches,
silent halls,
moods translated
by talking walls…
overcrowded messages
are caught on zoom,
while protestations
wordlessly fume…
Wishes float into thin air,
skeptics chafe
on garbled prayers…
Outdoor dreaming
is all but shut,
folksy monotones
are in a rut…
Muted citizens
hideaway,
while hungry queuers digest dismay…
baited breath
of the unsaid,
lies are truth,
and truth is dead…
On the other side of this dystopian state,
is a unity of consciousness we must create…
©AllysoAlly2020
There’s a glint
in the crispness
of autumn leaves,
a tantalizing feeling
as bright tones ease…
a crunch on the pavement
that breaks my stride,
a flickering
of particles
when light collides…
And the sun dips lower
in diaphanous skies,
I stand on the precipice
and I’m mesmerized,
by the muted gaze
of these troubled times,
a fleeting escape
from being confined…
©AllysoAlly2020
“Sometimes when you’re in a dark place
you think you’ve been buried,
but you’ve actually been planted.”
― Christine Caine
Finding joy
in darkened places,
the grace
of intelligent stasis,
where mortals
bury secret oaths,
in hideouts
of the undergrowth…
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In verdant fields
where daisies dance,
I lay a while
among the plants… Watching dandelions
in the breeze,
under the canopy,
of gentle trees… Fully restored
I went on my way,
feeling heaviness dissipate…
In nuanced shadows
when breath is still,
I imbibe the elixir
of nature distilled…
©AllysoAlly2020
Day 12.
“Everything makes itself known on its way out, once and for all.”
― I Am the Word: A Guide to the Consciousness of Man’s Self in a Transitioning Time
In seasons
of revelation,
and higher vibration,
there’s a cathartic
sensation,
that changes the narration…
©AllysoAlly2020
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