This is for You…

Alright, all you wonderful bits of starlight out there, this one is for you.

 

plumeria

 

I want you to know how exquisitely beautiful you are, right here, right now. Yes, YOU.

Doesn’t matter where you find yourself in life at the moment … doesn’t matter if your clothes are brand new or a bit threadbare … doesn’t matter if you are living in a castle of a house or a wee hobbit of a home (I personally like hobbits and hobbit homes, but that’s another story) … doesn’t matter if you have a ton of the green stuff (no, we are not talking about vegetables or weeds of whatever kind your mind might have immediately surfed to), nor does it matter if you still haven’t found that pot of gold (just popped over to the leprechauns now, didn’t you – HAH).

What matters is that you remember who you truly are. And who you truly are – no matter what anyone tells you, or what circumstances you currently find yourself in – is a gorgeous expression of Divine Love – yes, really!

That beating heart of yours holds a key, and like all good stories in life, it is a key to Love. And Love, compassionate and unconditional, heals all wounds, opens all doors, and is a guaranteed fast-track to the core of the Eternal Heart.

 

So go on, oh glorious ones – you are glorious, in case you had forgotten – dare to BE, dare to LOVE, and dare to ALLOW that garden of loving abundance that is within you to unfold – straight from the heart.

 

And don’t forget, when the time is right, share a bit of it with your world. When you do, your world will begin to glow with the loving abundance that lives within the core of its being too. Imagine that!

Now get out there and have an absolutely scrumptious day!

 

Sending sparkles of love and joy your way!

 

fireworks with heart

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Consider…

earth in space  2

 

Consider the possibility that you are all that is …

And as such, Love is your natural state of being.

Consider…

 

 

If I could tell you…

IF I COULD TELL YOU…                                                    by: Aliana Alani ©2018

 

single-red-rose-3

 

If I could tell you a story, it would be about how beautiful you are.
It would be a story of love, and laughter, and possibility.
If I could tell you.

If I could tell you a story here and now, would you listen?
Or are you busy – with phones, and games, and the clutter of living?
If I could tell you.

And if I told you, would anything be different, in your world and mine?
Or would we wander, still, like lost souls in the desert of remembering?
If I could tell you.

For if I could tell you – the short form of it at least –
This is what I would say:

You are as beautiful as the sun and moon and stars.
As special as that which knows no beginning and no end.
You are the light of day, and the darkness of night.

You are unique, unlike all else, and yet you are one with all things.
You matter – and though it oft times seems that all this you do not remember,
I would tell you anyway, if you would listen.

I would tell you.

 

galaxy and stars

 

Stories –

STORIES –
single-red-rose-3by: Aliana Alani ©2018

 

You can love them or hate them.
Laugh till you cry or cry till you sob.

You can bravely follow page by page,
Or sneak peek to the end, to be sure to be sure.

You can raise their swords of truth as though they were your own,
Or shake your head at the sheer folly of where they appear to go.

Through them – you can be a swashbuckler, a Cinderella, an angel, or a spy.
You can dust off your dancing shoes,
Or race that Formula One car to the finish.
In some, you can even fly.

And if they are good enough – if they are well told –
They will, at some point, capture your heart.
From that moment on, for however long a time,
You will believe them to be your own.

lotus flower

Dream Vision

Dream Vision – Vision DreamDigital Camera
By Aliana Alani ©2017

 

 

 

You who come to me in the soft hours
Wearing soft cloaks spun with soft sounds
Of sacred worlds,

Soon – if it is time,
Soon – if you agree,
I will sing you into being.

I will sing you, Dream Vision,
From the edges of the glacial mists of knowing
Through the depths of the Eternal Heart
Into the radiant oceans of Now.

I will sing you, Vision Dream,
Soon – if it is time,
Soon – if you agree.

I will sing you into being
Until your world and mine are one,
Then we shall tread a golden realm of love
Together once again.

Hear my call, Dream Vision,
For I will sing you into being.
I will sing you.
I will sing.

Will any notice?
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.

 

cropped-pic_0700.jpg

A bit of Poetry –

single hawthorn treeFOR ALL YOU MAY DREAMERS & HAWTHORN LOVERS, here’s a bit of poetry – to help salute the month, kiss the dreams, and wander, albeit briefly, in a hawthorn mist. I wrote this poem a long time ago in a land only beginning to unfurl its world to me. It spoke of much. Perhaps something in it will speak to you. To go to the Poetry page and read – WANDERING IN A HAWTHORN DREAM – click here Poetry

If you are the grain…

©Aliana Alani 2017

galaxy and stars

If you are the grain in the line in the sand,
And the sand is the dust of stars,
And the stars are the light in the dark of night,
The womb of the heart of all

Then ponder this, for it speaks to the true

That within the grain that you are
Lives the sand and the line, the dust of stars,
And their light shining bright in the dark of night,
The womb of the heart of all

That you are.

A Light of Love

THIS IS A LIGHT OF LOVE.     If we all turned on such a light, think what it would say about our lamp2-txt-sized-downworld. Think what healing might come out of that.

To learn more about what this is all about, please go to the page A Light in the Window  If it touches your heart, turn on that light – and share this posting (and the ones to come) wherever you can.

Love is the answer. Always has been. Always will be.

Samhain & those veils … part 2

Earlier when I was writing the previous post, I was interrupted by a very insistent being … He’s small, he’s mighty, he’s fond of green, and he morphs whenever he wants to! He is also incredibly adamant about speaking. I want you to know here and now that I take absolutely NO responsibility for whatever it is he’s about to say. Whether you believe it or not is totally up to you. So, hang onto your proverbials, here he is.

shamrock

 

“Sure and they won’t believe you. Not about the windows. We’ve been trying for ages. They like the fright and the candy. Maybe even the blood, but who wants to talk about that! And don’t go telling them who we really are. They won’t believe that either. They know nothing about the inner world, no matter what they say! They think we’re just wee gnomes sitting in the gardens. Leprechauns and fairies fluttering between the trees, hovering on the edges, smoking a bit of whatever. As if that’s all we had to do. As if that’s why we were here. They don’t remember the stories … sure and don’t they think it’s all myth, as if myth were nothing but a fable, a wee bit of fluff you talk about over some camp fire. I swear to you. They don’t even remember the Grand Cosmic Moment, and who doesn’t remember that one!  And they’re running out of time, to believe I mean.”

“Because here’s the thing – when the veils thin to the point where there’s nothing between anything anymore (and that could be anytime soon, let me tell you), then what you find on the other side of thought (the current one that is) better be a thought or two that you’re thrilled with, that you’ve been dreaming about for like forever, that you love to bits, that brings joy and colour and life to your world – because if it isn’t, if it doesn’t, well then for sure for sure, you’ll find yourself in a dark place indeed. And that’s a place we can’t go to help even if we wanted to. You’ll be on your own, in a dark place, with no light. And it won’t be the cosmic void. It’ll just be a dark place, with no light. Trust me, there’s no fun in that at all at all at all.”

“SO, with that in mind, we’ll try this one more time (because we’ve grown a tad fond of you, not that we’d readily admit it you understand) – THERE ARE WINDOWS, THEY ARE HERE, especially on this night of nights when the veils are thin and worlds can meet in the hovering of an autumn moon. Would you just drop the candied fright for a moment and turn and say hello. The windows are waiting. And so are we. And on that note, God bless you all, and I’ll see you, I hope, on the flip side of tomorrow today.”

 

 

Need I say…?

It’s Sunday AGAIN. WOW, how could that be, and so soon after last week. Did time fly? Did the birds flutter faster into tomorrow? Did we hit the warp speed button and we don’t remember? No matter, it is Sunday and what does that make it for us lovers of a world of love – that’s right – it makes it LET’S MAKE SUNDAY A DAY OF LOVE day.single-red-rose-3

So get out there. Shake a few hands, hug a few people, tell them you love them, smile that radiant smile of yours and let it nourish you and your world. Cast a glow of love like a fisherman’s net into the beyond so that it can bring forth a song of happiness and joy.

And remember, every moment is THE moment – no matter what it looks like out there. So open your heart. Dare to dream the great dream. Dare to imagine it into being. And most important, dare to love.

Remember

Love is the answer.

Always has been.       Always will be.

????????????????????????????????