©Aliana Alani 2015
Souls are flying –
Soaring like newborn angels
High into the heavens.
Who are we to say
How or when they fly?
Better to honour their passing,
To kiss their leave-taking with prayer flags fluttering
And candles flickering like soft winds
From the heart.
Better to wish them well
In this their transition from one place
Of being to another.
Better to usher them on
Along a wave of love.
