Ayo Ayoola-Amale
Nació en Ikoyi Lagos, Nigeria, el 21 de mayo de 1970.
Es poeta, narradora, dramaturga, constructorade paz, educadora, performer del Spoken Word, profesora universitaria, tallerista de escritura creativa y abogada.
Fundó la Liga Internacional de Mujeres por la Paz y la Justicia. Igualmente creó la Fundación de Poesía Esplendores del Amanecer, la cual aboga por un cambio social positivo en varios países, a través del aporte de profesores especializados en poesía, literatura y educación para la paz.
Obtuvo, entre otros premios internacionales, el reconocimiento como Embajadora Universal para la Paz, premio otorgado por la Federación para la Paz Universal, La Musa de la Armonía Poética en África, Embajadora de la Armonía para África y Embajadora del Amor.
HABLÉ CON EL SOL
Hablé con el sol y arribó la mañana.
Nunca fue la fuerza de un dios cantando como un coro en pesada quietud.
Hablé más profundo y el mal y la muerte salieron con los dioses en el cielo.
Hablé con el sol y arribó la mañana. Vi las estaciones de tiempo cansado, años encantadores, se rompió en días, se abre un corazón. Se abre una mente.
Hablé con el sol y arribó la mañana.
El sol se parece a mí. Cuando me lo arranco lo conozco.
LA LUZ DEL SOL SE HACE
Sentimos el sol de la libertad de Monrovia a Ciudad del Cabo.
La luz del sol se hace y se hizo eterna de las montañas de Abuja a Addis-Ababa.
Sobre las alas de una tormenta hasta Trípoli marchamos
Nuestros cielos brillaron de Accra a Bamako.
Nuestra mente fue completada de Malabo a Maputo.
Vimos un tazón roto nacido en la abundancia, abandonado en Brazzaville.
Sentimos el sol de la libertad en Yamoussoukro, de ningún origen conocido.
La luz del sol se hace, se hace eterna de Kinshasa a Mogadishu.
Olas abrazadas por la carencia ahogaron el polen en Bujumbura.
Estábamos encarcelados injustamente en prisiones de esclavitud mental en todas partes. Sentimos el sol de la libertad en Lusaka Lobamba y Luanda
La luz del sol se hace, se hace eterna de Yaundé a Windhoek.
Una tierra hecha para responder las llamadas de prisión podría jugar cerca del arco iris.
Vemos a nuestra África mancillada por la atmósfera agria de codicia,
su respuesta fortaleció una luz interna largamente paralizada por sus opresores.
Sentimos el sol de la libertad de Lagos a Harare.
Justo ahora vimos un halcón llamando a nuestro amanecer.
PEACE FROM HARMONY
The entire world desperately needy, all the world desperately yearning, the entire world removed from its calm.
The entire world mourning harvested pain in a world whose soul is sense,
In a world whose soul is true, a world of beauty of immeasurable worth. A world of peace that makes
Life bloom like a rose that never grow old in a world coming, in a world going.
Yet our world sank deep in a world of our own.
All the world desperately needy, all the world desperately yearning, all the world removed from its calm.
All the world embodied in pangs of poison that sank deep in lands that feel heavy with hate, in a world
Whose soul is love, in a world whose soul is harmonious?
A world of peace that never grow old, in a world coming, in a world going.
Yet our world sank deep in a world of our own.
All the world desperately needy, all the world desperately yearning, all the world removed from its calm.
All the world paths reach our paths with a weeping heart full of deep hunger for peace, they are from
Yesterday, they are from the future in a world whose soul is harmony, in a world whose soul is peace
A world of the sun of peace that never grow old, all the path reach our path of harvested gain, the path
Frees our joys to pull in richer life.
Yet our transient world looked hopelessly at the world we had defiled.
Copyright 2012
PEACE BECOMES ME
Listen up! My world and you shall hear that
On the first day of the rest of your life,
The heavens cried out of the mourning paths in depressing distress as chaos gone to hell,
Again and again for a world burning loveliness.
In a world so hard to hear the light of day.
In a world so hard to see the distant music of the soul.
In a world so hard to feel the dance of the mind.
In a world where we devour the smile in us again and again.
Meanwhile, on the first day of the rest of my life,
In the dream of my soul I dreamt I saw a dove larger than large smiled at me again and again.
Then I saw the peak of heaven within us. And Peace sank deep over our world.
A peace that keep souls whole, to find more life.
In a world that is lived with people on a fast journey, on an unknown road called life.
In their mind I saw no colour, I saw the world all as one people sprouting wild and sweet in eternal
Ocean of love, again and again.
Suddenly, I saw a doorway of fires raging, fires soaring wild spreading peace in the depths of harmony
That watered the land as strife dull heavily, turning destruction to construction.
All day long, I heard the harmonious sunlight chime in every heart in the radiance of collapsing hostility
With many peaking waves, glistening to liberate again and again.
The tide ebbs still, the tide flows still.
In its own long, in its own short.
In daylight, and in darkness, and of shadows over the starved souls.
All day long, all was light as the sunshine chimes eternal light in every heart again and again.
And ever lives sit on good free like the wind to swirl and soar in total bliss.
To swirl and flower in eternal unity like suns of the soul.
On that glorious day the sweet air of profound peace sprung from harmony to gain the soul’s eternal
Love again and again.
All day floods of peace poured into souls and the tranquil heart grew strong in beautiful air again and again.
And ever peace began within me.
Peace became me.
For the dove has danced in truth and dropped its feathers,
Then went nesting over the world.
And forever the world became peace and beauty to sift life.
BE PEACE
A breath heard into love,
heard very deep love go into love.
A mind heard into harmony,
heard the deepest harmony go into harmony.
A soul heard into peace,
heard the deepest gain in life.
BEAUTY THAT IS BEAUTY
A beauty that is beauty grows in our sun.
A beauty as sweet sun with a heart as heavy as gold.
A heart golden is beauty that grows in our sun.
A beauty that is beauty makes joy with hearts.
A beauty is an unending music that grows in our sun.
A heart golden is beauty that grows in our sun.
A beauty full of heart grows joy in our sun.
A beauty that is beauty grows in our sun.
THE FIRST STEP
A walking joy like sunrise gentle with the steps of sunset in the infinity of life.
Tomorrow exists in the first step.
A future stands today like the morning.
A dawn stands today laughing into our souls.
Tomorrow exists in the first step.
The first step filled to glorious sounds of centuries,
To speak to the true future suns.
Tomorrow exists in the first step.
This step knows not what, this step knows not why.
SPLENDOR OF LOVE
The mirror of heaven mirrored in their being love, and amongst the oceans of life love is their heaven that drowns in deeper truths calling their souls to beauty as fierce lightning ignites the sea of their heart to do everything in love . Spreading meaning in undivided power, becoming whole, becoming their own soul, becoming whole to the world as
Their minds comes to rest in their hearts, all being all true beings love with
A heart that is the world.
A heart for everyone.
A heart that sees the whole.
A heart that sees the whole no longer sees the pieces.
The mirror of heaven been love is the breath of their true being that grows beautiful memories in a deluge
of new releases, of a light shining within, flowing without with their hearts popping energy all over as love swelled higher along the rivers of life, Spreading meaning in undivided power, becoming whole, becoming their own soul, becoming whole to the world as
Their minds comes to rest in their hearts, all being, all true beings love with
A heart that is the world
A heart for everyone
A heart that sees the whole.
A heart that sees the whole no longer sees the pieces.
The mirror of heaven open their hearts to the love of humanity like a peacock majestically strutting his colorful plumes sandwiched between vibrant flowers that made their hearts sang the trumpets of life. In the splendor of love, nature rose up speaking to their heart like breath in a revolving fragrance that satisfies their entire soul telling them humanity is their sun, telling them they are everything for they gave themselves to love, spreading meaning in undivided power becoming whole, becoming their own soul, becoming whole to the world as their mind comes to rest in their heart, all being, all true beings love with
A heart that is the world.
A heart for everyone.
A heart that sees the whole.
A heart that sees the whole no longer sees the pieces.
Is the essence of the life to find true fulfillment? Are there definite cresting peaks that taste greater?
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