HI EVERYONE!
There’s a new poem on the POETRY page, just posted. Go take a peek when you have a moment. Hope that in some way it speaks to your journey and your heart.
Take care. Have a great day! And may each moment be filled with love.
There’s a new piece of poetry that I wrote, just put on the POETRY page entitled, AND SO IT IS… Click on the ‘poetry’ link below. Hope you enjoy it.
Have a beautiful day, night, morning, moment – wherever you are!
Be well and prosper!
I DANCED
©Aliana Alani 2018
I danced once
With the king of heaven
In the land of saffron
Midst tinkling bells
And droning chants
Along invisible pathways
And perfumed winds
That whispered sacred promises
I danced
Until what was could not be found
And only what could be remained
We danced, the king of heaven and I
In the land of saffron
Under a banyan tree of golden light
That only we could see
And when it was over
(if it was ever over)
Only Love remained
IF I COULD TELL YOU… by: Aliana Alani ©2018
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.
Dream Vision – Vision Dream
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.
THIS IS… by: Aliana Alani ©2017
This is the tempest tossed –
Where the gods have roared
At the folly of men,
And the seas have turned white
With the foam of their fury.
Beware –
For it can take you places
You have never been,
Nor would want to be again.
In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been away. Think injuries, tiny travels, time out. I could blame it on summer but I won’t. Suffice to say, I’m back, though in a slow way, which means that during the next week or so, I’ll be getting caught up with updating pages and info. Hang in there with me. And buckets of thanks for sticking around.
In the meantime, here’s the tiniest of poems.
HERE IT IS…
By Aliana Alani ©2017
Here it is…
A soft place
In a hollow meadow
Where dreams
Linger
Waiting their turn
There’s a new bit of poetry for you to read on the POETRY page entitled ‘BETWEEN THE SHADOWS AND THE GREY’. 
Like the last poem I posted, this too was written many years ago. It has a rhythm in it that I am fond of. Perhaps you will like it too.
Click here to go to the POETRY page to read it Poetry
FOR 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
By: Aliana Alani ©2017
You will forgive me if I say – no more.
Forgive me, perhaps, as I turn away
From this game you seem unable, or unwilling,
To leave behind.
I have stood watch over your thirst for conquest.
Soothed your wounds of battle with my tears.
Mourned your spirits passing, bodies left in the cold of dark.
Many times the heavens turned, showering love
Like fertile seeds within the winds of sorrow
Upon the fields of story – your story
That you seem unable, or unwilling, to leave behind.
Many times did you drink from their cup gladly,
Relishing the moment, healing, even gratefully,
Only then to forget, yes again.
I have come more times than you can possibly imagine
To speak for love instead of hate
To light the way for gentler tomorrows,
And still it continues.
So you will forgive me, perhaps,
If I say – no more.
No more will I lament your passing nor watch
Sweet souls tumble to a blood-strewn earth.
No more will I bury your bones within the stars of light
That you may come to your senses and remember.
This game of war is yours and yours alone.
The courage to peace, to change, lives within.
It has always been thus, but this time it is up to you.
For next time, beloveds, you will be on your own.
You will forgive me, perhaps.
I will not come again.
22shangrila 