for those of you who love poetry …

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SOFT, MY LOVE …

                        © 2013 Aliana Alani

 

 

 

Soft, how the river flows

and I, a thousand dreams away, ride

like waves upon the sea of memory.

 

Soft, the winds they do approach

and with their building swirl and blow

doth come the dance of love’s hidden symphony.

 

Spin and twirl, my love                                              single hawthorn tree

the fairies’ melody begins like May flowers

fluttering on a budding hawthorn tree.

 

And you and I, once wrapped in gossamer

will soon discover the light of day.

 

Soft, my love, the world awakes

with a clap and thunder.

The Duende of Life

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Within this world of sun and shade, sol y sombre,

reside magical moments, the duende of life.

Often tucked within the cloak of contrasts and opposites,

sometimes hidden from conscious view,

they hover like resonant keys

to golden doors

of long awaited stories.

Available to each and every one of us if we will but listen

and then dare –

to taste the fruit of their knowing,

drink from their cup of unlimited possibility,

luxuriate in creation’s abundance,

and know it to be our own.

Aliana Alani (c) 2013

where is…

“Where is God?” The weary man asked.

“God is everywhere.” Answered the boy.

“But how do you know?

“Because I see you.”

A bit more poetry coming your way…

??????????????Whether it be sunlight

dancing on a blade of grass,

Or a lover’s smile

radiating throughout a room,

A single dewdrop

lingering on a tropical leaf,

Or a torrential downpour

soaking all within its reach,

Whether dusk or dawn,

spring or fall,

a starlit night,

or a blazing summer’s day –

I am haunted

by beauty.

Aliana Alani (c)2013

Here’s a bit of poetry for you…

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I am the drop in the ocean.

I am the sea and the wave.

I am the sky and the starlight.

I am the weak and the brave.

 

I am the moment before you.

I am the time when you’re gone.

I am the breath when it enters.

I am the world’s sacred song.

 

I am the heart of all matter.

I am the dance of all life.

I am the love that lingers

Midst the chords of everyday strife.

 

I          am        You.

Aliana Alani ©2013

Two Great Storytellers have left

Two of our great storytellers left us this week. Perhaps different in perspectives, styles and genres, still in their own unique ways they each intricately wove the magic and power of word, and in so doing, captivated our hearts and evoked thought within. Gore Vidal and Maeve Binchy. They will be missed.

In a world that frequently looks chaotic and often profoundly dysfunctional, it may seem difficult, if not impossible, to find a tale within that tells of possibility, of beauty, harmony, and love.  To step outside of a world story rife with melancholy and fear is a daring task. A hero’s journey, as Joseph Campbell would have said. Believe it or not, we all carry the opportunity of being heroes. It’s in our genes. And heroes and their journeys come in many packages. Not all are rescuers of damsels in the night or hobbits carrying a magical ring to its fiery destination. Some seem to be here and gone within the breath of a moment, others take a lifetime to travel.

Yet each  of us weaves a story, consciously or not – the story of our life as it merrily bumps and  puffs along, the story within that calls for us to be who we truly are; to dare to sculpt our world with new colour and new light, and then to open our hearts and love it into being.

Two great storytellers have left us.

It’s our turn, our time, to pick up that proverbial pen and write a new tale, be it epic, short, poetic, passionate, inspiring or just plain full of joy.  Make it a walk in the park or a cargo ship journey along the North-West passage, an idyllic stroll along the beaches of Hawaii, or a candlelight dinner with the person you love. Just maybe it becomes your very own version of Shangri-la. Imagine that.

We are the storytellers now.

So what world will you fashion? What story will you tell? What possibility will you envision?

Remember, every story, every word, every thought, is a ripple in the ocean of our lives.

Tell it well, tell it now, for us all.