And now…

“And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

full force

and now he is pure light
and he remembers
the love
that fills all the spaces
in his heart
and he feels it
all around him
he breathes it in…

And now he knows the joy that needs no form to dance…


		
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Relapsed…

It’s the month of my son’s birthday
and I’ve been feeling the full throttle of grief,
but I know it’s just a season
and like any other, I must drench myself in its voice…

This is him on the great wall of China…

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it’s the month
when my breath catches
in the wind
and only birdsong is beneficial to my recovery…

when grasses
smother the fields
with ghostly impressions
of unfulfilled dandelion wishes…
my heart lies heavy
in the mornings
and to get up
means to face
another day without your presence…

leaves crackle on the ground outside
reminding me that you
were once there
in the sunlight…

I’ve relapsed into the dark pit of despair
and I must scratch myself out…

butterflies dance across my vision
in pale yellow tones,
inviting me
to escape into the deeper
meaning of eternity…
and I go with them
just to escape the folly of overthinking…

I surrender to the overload of sadness
and let it swallow me
in this season
of remembering…

I know full well
that it will come to pass
and the tide
of unrelenting sorrow
will turn,
and your memory
will again be pasted
into the silence
of knowing…

and your whispered breath will
bring me back once again
to myself…

National Women’s day…

Lest we forget…

womans day

The holiday commemorates the national march of women on this day in 1956 to petition against legislation that required African persons to carry the ‘pass’. The ‘pass’ was an identification document which restricted a black South African’s freedom of movement under apartheid.

Reminders written in chalk…

white cliffs

On distant shores
where the turquoise sea
beats the land
into submission
and chalk cliffs crumble 
unafraid…
I’m transported to the
remembrance of
summer,
written in chalk
on my heart of longing,
as I go back in time…
to vistas where my ancestors stood and surveyed the breath
of a green and pleasant land,
promises of yesteryear
carved out by skeletal remains…
I yearn
to beat
a path back to them…

©Ally2019

I wrote your name…

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

wrote your name in the sands

I wrote your name
into the sands,
on long beaches
where seagulls land…
can you see 
from where you are
my bold strokes, this brief memoir?
The effervescence
of radiant shores,
brings peace and joy
and faith restored… in ripples
of unforgiving tides,
blessings
still, flow
deep and wide…
Tomorrow
your name
may wash away,
and I’ll continue to celebrate,
Because you’re always on my mind,
most beloved
eternal child…

©Ally2019
 

When you found me…

“Some people are truly beautiful. The light of beauty shines through their souls. And the world gets drenched in their inimitable light of love.”
― Avijeet Das

flowers near the heads knysna

When you found me
in the darkness,
you brought me
back to life,
with calming reassurance 
and I knew I had arrived…
so I reached towards the heavens
where vibrant colors fuse…
realizing it’s possible
that you’ve always been my muse?

©Ally2019