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The chasm…

“Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

butterflies

For a moment I was afraid,
was all this just my imagination?
Those voices in my head,
did I make them up,
those times when I felt his presence?

“He’s not sending signs!”…she implied

“But I keep seeing butterflies
and I feel him all around” …I thought

“There’s a chasm between us,” she said
“meant to keep the dead apart,
it’s in the bible,” she coldly remarked…

“Well,” I whispered under my breath
so that she could not hear…

“I’ve crossed the greatest chasm of my life,
I’ve stumbled and fallen,
feeling my way across utter darkness
and despair.”

“In desperation
I drowned in grief
cutting myself to pieces
on shards of heartache,
I was split wide open
and I bled out.”

And when I got to the other side
he said…
“ I was always right here
beside you, Mom,
helping you bridge the veil
between my world and yours,
and I held your hand,
because I knew you had to take this journey
through the darkness of grief
and I didn’t want you to take it alone!”

“and I rejoiced when you saw my
color in the skies
and hundreds of butterflies”…

and then he declared…
“I’m more alive than I have ever been!”

Deliverance…

“Within tears, find hidden laughter
Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one. ”
― Jalaludin Rumi

angel tears

Yesterday
was a bad day,
my faith
plummeted
like ash…
in an inferno of grief
I smoldered
and crashed… then pressing
my breath
in darkness,
the impenetrable kind,
I unleashed secrets
that had tormented
my mind…
I claimed
deliverance,
as sorrow
bled through
my being,
flooding me with holiness,
and life’s
deeper meaning… and tears doused
the agony
quenching its flames…
in liquid surrender
I carried the remains…

image courtesy of PixaBay
©AllysoAlly2019

Before…

angel sightings

Before I could see
I perceived the sun
and dreamed the rain…
Before I could breathe
I experienced
the flow of cosmic realms…
Before I could hear
I felt deep vibrations
of love…
Before I could touch
I was wrapped in sacred arms…
Before I could feel
I was surrounded
by divine presence…
Before I could read
I understood the configuration of stars…
Before I could walk
I flew with the angels…
Before I could dance
I swam in vast oceans…
Before I could talk
your voice
was the harmony of my being…
Before I could taste
I was blessed
with the ambrosia
of awakening…
And when I came into being
I was gifted with
the unforced rhythms of grace…
Art by Antonia…

©Ally2019

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