A little braver each time

“The willingness to show up changes us, It makes us a little braver each time.”
Brené Brown, Daring Greatly
Dance all night till the small hours.
Lie in fields of bright, wildflowers.
Feel forests exhale under your feet.
Bask by moonlight in silent retreats.

See the vivid light of introverts;
Turn the music up to dull the hurts.
Walk at dusk to the furthest beach.
Make decisions that seem unleashed.

Live a gypsy life under the stars.
Swim for hours in still reservoirs.
Temper the pain deep in your soul.
Laugh out loud when you lose control.

Let stormy seas calm the heartache.
Time travel when you need a break.
Go on long journeys beyond the hills.
Ride roller coasters just for the thrills.

Be nonchalant to feel alive.
Get pizzas on a Friday night.
Don’t let filthy lucre mean a thing.
Accept whatever life has to bring.


Darkness Scatters

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being!”
Hafiz of Shiraz

darkness scattersThe joy of daybreak
when somber souls soar free,
from dark entrapment
in glorious reveries.

The gannets circle
above tempestuous waves.
Deep blue colliding
with gentle gossamer rays.

Soft zephyrs whisper
in rose colored entities.
Frenzied seagulls gather,
like vain celebrities.

When darkness scatters
and credence comes to life.
Echoes of liberation,
shorelines of delight.

Photography by D. Herman
words by AllysoAlly

Color me in Sunlight

“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

sunlightColor me in sunlight
radiant and alive.
Grow me into kindness
keep my hope revived.
Let Your fragrance melt away
all my bitterness,
that joy may stir me into
breathless eagerness.
Restore faith within me
so I may run to Your arms.
Extinguish my disquiet
and save me from life’s harm.

I will remain in Your presence
while You live in mine.
Sup at Your banquet table
in splendor I will dine.
When darkness does descend
on my sanctuary of tears,
turn it into compassion
so that praise is all I hear.
Grace flows extravagantly
into my lower form.
Surround me with Your glory
and quell each inner storm.


“To recognize one’s own insanity is, of course, the arising of sanity, the beginning of healing and transcendence.”
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

wild things
I stood on the river bank, in silence,
beside the cool waters.
Under the shade of parental suffocation.

The waters seemed timid,
almost a trickle,
an easy swim to the other side….
As I jumped into the water, a torrent came.
I was unprepared.
The mud on the bank was sliding
and the waters became quite cloudy.

I was consumed….
and then taken under,
into the depths.

The monsters below knew me,
they welcomed me in silence,
as if it were my home.

At first the asphyxiation was not apparent
and it eased me into submission…

On looking up, I could still see light..
the light of my understanding,
but I could not get to the light!

The waters surrounded me, they held me hostage,
it became my prison.
The monsters of the deep were serenading me, blinding my eyes..
slowly shutting me off from the light,
the light of my understanding..

I remember the shore from where I had come,
I remembered the choking,
the acquiescence.
I had learnt how to hold my breath on that shore,
but I hadn’t seen the sun in the deep shade of my parental home.
I had always longed for the son!

As the waters took me deeper
I was enveloped in darkness.
The light became a mere speck in the distance.
I let the creatures hold me,
comfort me.

I knew no other self, only the shadow self.

Then at the bottom where consciousness was almost lost,
I saw my own reflection
and at first I didn’t recognise it.
It had grown ashen and grotesque….

But even in the deep, You were always with me,
trying to pull me upward.
The coldness had numbed my senses and pain had made me succumb to darkness…

I was alone when You came, not creature stirred that evening.
Your light came to find me,
in the twilight,
to find my shadow self,
and I knew that You had been there, since the foundation of the earth.

You taught me to stand on the distant shore, in the bright sunshine.
You let me look at the cascading waters, from the other side,
You let me touch my sorrow!

I saw great beauty in the crystal waters, even through the insanity.
My senses came to life,
it was my transformation!

I began to gulp deep breaths of emancipation,
I began to soar a little
and to live in the light,
the light of my understanding.
My true home, my authentic self.

I can still see the home of my parental affliction,
in the distance,
beyond time……

But I’m learning to exhale in the light of my own transfiguration.
I’m learning to transcend my shadow self.

It’s been a long journey and I’m nearly home……
I’m trying to dream while I’m awake,
and keep watch while I’m asleep.



Monday Melancholy

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

happiness 2
I’m lost,
astray in fields of melancholy,
unable to find the gateway
back to happiness!

I’ve misplaced
but not
the visions of love
deeply planted in my

I know serenity is found
in silence.
Yet my thoughts pulsate,
they meander down
into a darkened

I’m transfixed by

I grimace in the darkness!
Hope is a distant speck.
I can see it,
a fleck of light in pitch dark.
It’s all the light
I need…

to find my way back
to where the oceans sparkle
and noisy birds interrupt
my melancholy.

I’ll languish awhile
in this murky pool
of self pity.
But not too long,
to let it take hold
and make me bitter!

Perhaps I need
some antidote,
a sweetened balm,
some other perspective
to jolt me out of these

In the meantime
I’ll cherish the silence
consume some sunshine,
and stay aware of gratitude!

Sadness is the opposite
of joy.
at it from
¡dn ʎɐʍ ƃuoɹʍ ǝɥʇ



“Soul, if you want to learn secrets,
your heart must forget about
shame and dignity.
You are God’s lover,
yet you worry
what people
are saying.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, The Essential Rumi

light 3
The night birds call
my soul from sleep.
Upon my bed
ruminations creep.
Shame disturbs
my careful rest.
Surreal twilight
my hopes bereft.

I journey from
my soul’s abode.
Dark umbra realms,
where shadows strode.
Soporific daze,
voiceless chords,
darkened trance,
somber forms.
Illusions displayed
in transient fears.
I awaken dazed,
insensate clears.

Lucid impressions
render sight.
From obscurity
into beams of light.
Dewy eyed,
luminous tears.
Dread extinguished
tenebrosity clears.
Abundant stars
replete with radiance
delighted by the moon’s
Coherent thoughts
return to view.
Penetrating lightness
I do pursue!