Joy and sorrow

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

pixabay swallows

Two swallows perched
my heart skipped a beat
and with an effortless memo
they forwarded this tweet

“That just as the tide turns
and ebbs and flows
in the twinkle of an eye
heaven bestows
a change of perspective through God’s wondrous gifts,
and even in deep sorrow
joy still exists….”

Sadly I couldn’t get a clear shot but thanks to Pixabay I found this wonderful image!
©AllysoAlly2018

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I wish it was a dream…

“Your memory feels like home to me.
So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.”
― Ranata Suzuki

it was all a dream

Our beloved cat Ziggy-stardust was killed by a speeding car…
We are in disbelief right now

Sometimes late at night
I feel the intensity of grief,
as another star falls from the skies
and I’m transfixed
by the torment of darkness.

The unbearable tragedy of being
is all around me
creeping
spreading me out
into relentless weariness
and I’m dust
scattered and lost
bereft
forlorn
suffocating
abandoned.

I can hardly hold my balance
as a lamentable ache
invades
my memories.
A Longing
for one last touch
to feel you against me
your soft fragrance of life
wrapping me
in affection.

The groundlessness of sorrow
swallows me whole
again
my burnt flesh still tender from mourning.
I no longer hold onto faith
I am belief now,
belief in the tangible presence of unceasing love.
Credence
that leaves an impression
on my heart
and mind
a knowledge
that I’m not alone
in seas of terrible uncertainty.

and as the sun rises again on this dreadful heartache
I can hear the early birds
announcing
joyfully
“love never dies”

©AllysoAlly2018

Heartsong

If I were to tattoo myself with all the losses along the way
I would be a magnificent creation of art
and the beauty of souls
who have touched this skin
would be a remembrance 
of the incredible depths of love
penetrating my heart
in gratitude
of lives once lived
as each and every one
enlivens my being
with glorious memories…

heartsong

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Flamboyant performance

“Flowers are the smiles of earth inviting you to enjoy the beauty of love.”
― Debasish Mridha

crimson spectacle

flamboyant performance,
enraptured
I sigh,
scarlet blossoms
incapable of being shy,
flirtatiously
swishing,
as I bask in their glow.
Flaming exhibitionists
have stolen
the show!

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Phosphorescent streams…

“If you stumble make it part of the dance.” author unknown

dance

It’s my son’s birthday tomorrow and I have a feeling of deep sadness but I know he would want me to celebrate…

Caught in the spiral of a downward spin,
I moved into dance
with a flush on my skin!

I could hear chimes from celestial realms,
where Angels rejoice
and your loveliness dwells!

I swallowed the dew of earth’s remedies,
sipped potions of grace
and kind memories.

and from the quagmire
of fragmented dreams
I bathed in the glow of phosphorescent streams…

©AllysoAlly2018

Finding peace…

“In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most wakan, most holy. There’s a sense that when someone is struck by the sudden lightning of loss, he or she stands on the threshold of the spirit world. The prayers of those who grieve are considered especially strong, and it is proper to ask them for their help.
You might recall what it’s like to be with someone who has grieved deeply. The person has no layer of protection, nothing left to defend. The mystery is looking out through that person’s eyes. For the time being, he or she has accepted the reality of loss and has stopped clinging to the past, or grasping at the future. In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom.”
― Tara Brach, True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart

wakan

On holy grounds of mourning, miracles exist,
belief in a knowing that faith will persist.

Watching for signs in the supernatural flow,
hope inclines with sacred gifts bestowed!

The awakened heart envisions light getting in,
mysterious breath of life, even closer than my skin…