Contemplation

“The morning glories and the sunflowers turn naturally toward the light, but we have to be taught, it seems.”
― Richard Rohr

 

contemplationEnclosed in ethereal light,
captivated by mists
of timeless consciousness,
she beckoned repose
to stay the course.
She dreamt of things,
like purple rain,
daisy chains
and walks in the viridian forests.
She implored the shadows
to retreat,
into the undergrowth
of forgetfulness.
At times she sojourned
in wordless wonder.
Clarifying meaning
was hard to speak in words.
When life was burdensome,
and chaos
perforated
the realm of her mind,
she escaped into silence.
She beheld snapdragons
and seagulls in formation,
the simpler things.
Things that brought her back
to contemplation……

Fragrant Promises

“The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively”
Bob Marley

tree

Oh groaning Earth
Speak!
Shout!
If your voice has been silenced?
Scream!
so that the decibels
pierce a deaf humanity.

Let healing rains dissolve
the misery
of drought and famine.
Groaning embers of death
quenched
with contrite tears.

Come sing your song
of silent protest
in the streets,
above the madness,
so that peace and love
can reign.

For always a better earth
will dawn.
It will rise
from the cinders
of destruction’s
lethal grasp!

We are Caretakers
of your riches;
your gifts are freely given.
Greed poisons
the rivers and forests
and swallows
the essence
of beauty.
It contaminates
sacred beings.

The earth
is our home,
a habitat for all
to reap in plenitude.
Living creatures
belong
to your magnificence.

Lovely fields cropped
with ripe abundance,
seas teaming in profusion,
a sky vast with life.
Earth’s breath freed from the toil
of toxic fumes.

The fire of purification
will take its last breath.
New buds will emerge,
to caress the earth
with a fragrant promise
of renewal!

The communion of hearts and souls
dancing with
restoration,
singing redemption songs,
no more hunger
no more war!
Desolation’s grip unchained!
All earthlings in unison,
agents of change,
celebrating life,
a new earth
risen from the ashes!

©AllysoAlly2017

Be like a Bird…..

“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”
Erin Hanson

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Announce daybreak
with each breath,
in thanksgiving.
Celebrate the elements,
still living in the moment.
Let your inner being guide you
beyond your own imaginings.
Delight in creation
and sing out with joy.
Whistle in contentment,
as you absorb the sunlight.
Never compare yourself
to other’s loveliness.
Always be comfortable
in your own fine feathers.
Fly into the winds of change
to see things from a
higher perspective.
Relish the fruit of your labor
as you spread seeds in gratitude.
Don’t be overcome by the seasons,
but keep watch at noonday.
Trust in abundance
and chirp in the language of love
When the night is dark and cold
and the storm gathers,
surrender to what is!
Acknowledge
that you are held in the hands
of your Creator,
who knows when each sparrow falls….

©AllysoAlly2017

Love is stronger than death

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted!”

love still exists
A cruel expanse beckons
the silent mourner.
Stars have lost their glimmer
and the moon is out of reach.
Within a mind adrift,
beneath despair,
devouring waves gather.
Dreams swallowed whole
by ghostly darkness,
magnify the pain.
Empty hallways groan in anguish.
Bereaved souls
caught up in fierce
whirlwinds of affliction.
They are one with what can never be,
grief has spilled their tears
and gobbled their tomorrows.
A harmony of presence has escaped
into shadowy forms
of wickedness and malice.
Souls who have no acquaintance
with destiny
drift across the heartbreak,
wanderers in a bleak
and hopeless Universe.
In their loneliness they are consumed by waking.
But sleep is death defied.
Suffering takes its toll
on wounded hearts
gripped by fear.
The stench of hatred is
loud and intense.
Praise brings them back from the brink
of the abyss
into the resonance of living.
as songs of remembrance
ring out across eternity.
Even in a place of deep and unnatural darkness
when life evanesces,
Love still exists……

©2017

You Lived

“maybe death
isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us–”
Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays
lights 2
You were
full of despair
the night
you crashed
your car.
Your lover
had just died
and you couldn’t
bear the thought
of going on
another minute
without him.
You wanted
to die too.
But you lived.
You lived to
show us what
beauty looks like
from the inside
with soft spoken
words
and a smile
that lights up a room.
I know that
many times
you wish
you’d died
because you
were left
with so much
grief
and your form
was changed
and bent
and hurt.
But you lived.
You lived to show
us how to occupy
deep gratitude,
even through the pain.
You remind
us each day
what beauty
looks like from
the inside
with soft spoken
words
and eyes
that have known
great sorrow,
yet they still shine!

Mother’s Day

“You count the hours you could have spent with your mother, it’s a lifetime in itself.”
Mitch Albom, For One More Day

maryMemories frozen in time…..
It’s been thirty years since I looked
on your beautiful face.
I’ve changed.
I’ve evolved.
Would you recognize me now?
Your love made me strong.

It was hard growing into womanhood
without you,
without your guiding light
to lead me out of my darkness.
Many times I begged you to come back
and wipe away my tears
You’ve been dancing with the Angels
for so long now,
you probably know
all the latest dance moves!

You escaped the bonds of this Earth
before I was ready
to let you go.
Maybe one day I’ll gaze once more
into your lovely blue eyes,
and you’ll teach me to fly…..

©2017

Transcendence

“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,
waiting….
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.

 

©2017