Awakening

“I lifted my hands and then my eyes and I allowed myself to be astonished by the great everywhere calling to me like an old and unspoken invitation.” ~David Whyte

awakening

When I found You,
it was from darkness
I emerged,
and I looked upon Your countenance,
Your loveliness.

My bones had turned to dust;
and my faith had dissolved into
a hopeless shadow of despair.
Foreboding lingered in the half-light.

I did not know the beginning from the end,
and the craving for completeness consumed my waking hours.

You showed me the way back to the light,
to my soul’s abode,
to a place I had always known,
deep in my heart.

The brightness within me was there all the time.

Untruth had clouded me,
and bonds had been broken,
dread had been set into my flesh.
I didn’t know who I was,
or where I belonged.
I was drowning in seas of uncertainty,
needing worldly favour
to know if I was human.
I was eroded by the schemes of men,
crumbled into non-existence.

The awakening was gradual,
as if I had to grow into it,
to become it.
When my eyes adjusted to mystical light,
colours took on
divergent elements,
and I was no longer afraid of
my own shadow.
With my ear to the ground,
I could hear songs of the Earth,
and the rhythm of my soul’s awakening.

You never said it would be easy,
You never said that I would not suffer,
but You enclosed me in grace
and occupied me with love.
My heartbeat resonated with Yours,
so that I could soar above adversity.
I became human
the way I am supposed to be.

And when the storms came,
I was ready…

I can never go back to the prison that once was my mind

 

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Finding you

Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you!
― John O’DonohueTo Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

steve in jerusalem

I’ve seen you,
but not in the coherent
light of day.
I’ve held your hand in midnight exposure
of heartfelt longings,
a fragile appearance
of diaphanous light,
when my soul found its way to you
and in a flash you were gone,
leaving a trace of devotion,
an abiding assurance,
that you are still here….

 

The Stars were rearranged

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No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.
― John O’Donohue

the night sky pixabay

Shaped by heavenly aspect,
infused with sacred breath,
seperation poured out,
the hopelessness of death!

An existence I’d known,
had ceased to be,
beneath celestial oceans, my eyes could barely see!

I was stranded in a universe where the stars were out of reach,
and darkness was gathering,
my heart had been besieged!

Auguries and sightings foretold illusive dreams,
I held remembrance
by any mystical means.

I did not feel favoured,
the night my life changed,
so at the behest of the Angels,
the stars were rearranged.

Andromeda shifted,
I returned to holy dust,
stars found new positions,
the entire cosmos hushed!

In the chasm of the slipstream where bright stars had been,
I inhaled a new perspective,
in heaven’s time machine.

It took me to the night, my life was realigned,
to supernatural presence,
forever intertwined.

With love’s illumination, and gracious sacrifice,
black-holes of sorrow,
led to portholes of paradise.

So I said to the stars, go back to your home,
I’m at peace with the cosmos,
I’ll never be alone!

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Metamorphasis

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
― Lao Tzu

butterflies

Obscured vision
plunged me,
into domains unknown.
I had lost acquaintance with
the essence
of home.

Light was not visible,
only faint impressions,
in the language of shadows,
I heeded the lessons.

What does it mean to surrender to grace
to long for the comfort
of light’s embrace?

I was guided to luminance,
through blind reveries,
into creation’s abundance,
and faith’s treasuries.

Those defining moments,
when life is changed,
the before,
and the after,
never the same…

On the
other side,
of unfulfilled dreams,
where nothing appears to be what it seems,
gentle ripples
of growth,
shift the need to survive,
and coalesce the motion,
of love amplified!

 

Interlude

“Put your thoughts to sleep,
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of thinking.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi 

moon beams

is madness a state where all hope seems lost?
succumbing to notions,
not counting the cost!

invasive thinking in the deep of the night,
unreachable dreams,
evading the light!

the moon appears,
with its consoling glow,

and brightness caresses,
my darkened pillow.

in a veil of stillness,
the night birds call,
and shadows flicker
on indistinct walls!

agents of solace,
lure me
back from the brink,
from murky impressions,
of what I might think!

i exist in the interlude, where the moon is still bright,
and allow these imaginings to recede from my sight….

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Plunged into darkness, but finding light..

“The quickest way for anyone to reach the sun and the light of day is not to run west, chasing after the setting sun, but to head east, plunging into the darkness until one comes to the sunrise.”
― Gerald L. SittserA Grace Disguised: How the Soul Grows through Loss

a sunrise 2

She went to crypts of sorrow,
and when she found him there,
a morass of grief
seized her,
and took her to its lair!

She beheld intense darkness
and encountered merciless tides,
lost in forgotten catacombs,
where
apparitions reside!

When obscurity
threatened,
and beguiled her nightmares,
her prayers had no form
in this limbo
of despair!

The light that she envisaged,
at the end of
unbearable pain,
was more glorious
than she imagined.
and all that love contained!

The epilogue to grief,
and everything in-between
is eclipsed
by signs and wonders,
of mysteries unseen!

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Sleepless

insomnia 2

On somber nights
when the moon is gone,
beneath the veil
I await the dawn,
and shadows simply cross the floor
to distant lands
on forgotten shores!

The evocations that come to mind,
depict strange images
undefined.
Sleepless vapor in the early hours,
brings numb reflections,
the senses devour,
and in the obscurity of night,
I desperately long to see the sight,
of celestial beings
in glowing robes,
and glide on dreams of deep repose!

Then movement in an innermost realm,
conveys insomnia
to tranquil swells,
I perceive a presence ever near,
and soar
above the stratosphere!

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