I noticed patterns
on the water,
as the ocean moved…
buoyantly touching the sands
in a whimsical mood…
gentle waves swelled
in the safety
of the shallows…
and from this pleasant
vantage point,
the grounds became hallowed…
Category: Magical
Patterns…
These are a few of my favorite things…
tiny posies,
dew that clings…
wildflowers that dance
in the early spring…
dappled sunlight that softly winks…
doves that glide
on gilded wings…
morning’s promise
that blessings bring…
twilight moods
that slowly blink…
swirling sands that gently sting,
a chorus at daybreak
when robins sing…
chimes that tinkle,
gongs that ring…
beckoning vistas,
stars that wink…
butterflies that hover,
bees that zing…
friends that move together in sync,
and brilliant stories
that make me think…
Tiny things…
She found magic
in aspects green,
tiny things
some had never seen…
pausing
in the stillness
of emerald shades,
in the soft rustle
of the everglades…
Hidden away
in the undergrowth,
with gentle beings
she voiced
secret oaths…
allowing
discontentment
to graciously shift,
she beheld
the presence
of sacred gifts…
And Ladybirds
whispered
in rhymic tones,
it was a holiness
she’d always known…
©AllysoAlly2020
Making no demands…
When weariness
grows heavy
and the world
seems strange,
I return to the harmony
where light particles
change…. and lanky birds
glide
lightly
over the sands,
accustomed to the magic
that
makes no demands…
the bright waters
echo
with the gentlest waves,
as chaos is muted
in a hush
of praise!
©AllysoAlly2020
Storm drains…
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”― Roald Dahl
You will find magic
in everyday life,
in bubbling
storm drains,
in modest designs…
In frothy splashes
where dullness aches,
there’s a
mysterious splendor
as rain creates,
lucid reflections
of an opaque sky,
as waters move
and rhapsodize… with contented
puddles
blending moods,
and leaves glide
past
in gratitude…
©AllysoAlly2020
Tuning in…
“Abundance is not something we acquire, it is something we tune into.”
―
Then we drove
down to the lagoon,
and I dipped my feet
in the waters,
like I was breathing in
abundance
way beyond earthen borders…
And the time lords
gathered,
as life went
gently by,
and I held onto the motion
of grace
being amplified…
©AllysoAlly2020
Living next door to Alice…
To my Brother…
I’m taken back to a time when I used to listen
to my brother’s home radio station.
I was the only one.
I would push handwritten requests under his door
and sit in my bedroom
day-dreaming about things teenage girls dream of,
to the beat of “living next door to Alice”…
Now in present times
I read between the lines of his everyday life…
I listen to his heart music in words and I sing along to his symphonies.
Though he be far over the seas, I find we have a kindred belief in all things magical…
I wonder if he still takes requests?
Fragrant revues…
“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”
―
Bejeweled shrubbery,
auras of light
awakenings
from sleepless nights…
dainty ambrosia
soupçons of dew,
greeting the morning
with fragrant revues…
©AllysoAlly2020
Enfolded by light…
“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”― Rumi
Have you seen
the magic
in particles of dust,
when light
enfolds them
and they rise above,
the circumstances
of their present state,
letting go
of relentless
dead-weight,
existing as they truly are
formed from the dust
of a million stars…
©AllysoAlly2020
