©Aliana Alani 2015
Soft in the light I wander
Angels hovering – waiting, protecting
‘To be or not to be’ sing the strains of Hamlet
The air ripe with questions
Perhaps even possibilities
And I, riding their undulating waves,
Await answers – but from where
To be –
what would that mean –
exactly?
Remember …
that deep within
You are the love you seek.
As the dust of the world’s chaos swirls around, tempting us to enter its fray, this is what comes – like a mantra –
Every moment is an opportunity, even a blessing
Every breath is the breath of love
Every view is of the Eternal – no matter who,
no matter what,
no matter where
Within & beyond all – only Love
by Aliana Alani ©2014
In the distance a friend cries, mourning the passing of another
A senseless passing
In the distance, as though on cue a bird listens, then shutters
Wings flap, a caw is heard, and an honouring begins
In the distance
Here, a wind blows and swirls. There, a wave builds within the deep
Reaching the shores of another’s heart on the opposite side of distance
Who turns in wonder, for nothing happens without knowing
We are all connected
We move like butterflies fluttering to the tune of another’s song
Angels gracefully flying the skies of each other’s spirit
Dancing along moments of joy and sorrow, yours and mine
We are connected
In that distance, a man’s heart opens, daring to love again, further
Feeling it we turn his way, and remember – the magic and wonder
That is possible, here in our beautiful sometimes fragile Garden
Where we are all connected
…for Naren & his family
©2014 Aliana Alani
Sometimes there are moments
When I wander through the galaxies at night
Or feel fear on the tips of a child’s hand
Sometimes…
Sometimes the cry is too great
The anguish, the longing too large
Sometimes the cacophony overwhelms
And I long to rest
Sometimes…
Then somewhere the sun rises in a woman’s smile
A world turns and finally knows its own name
Joy surfaces in atoms and particles for no apparent reason
Sometimes…
Sometimes thoughts circle like tumbleweed
Along the vast landscape of the Eternal
Bumping into each other
Cascading or colliding
But sometimes they dance
In harmony, in union
Sometimes they love
And when they do, when they do
I breathe a sigh and relax
Sometimes…
©Aliana Alani 2014
Listen to the winds
Everywhere there is poetry
Everywhere, a story
Your life and mine
The man in the street with a cup and a sign
The story it says of him
The story he has yet to tell
Listen to the winds
Whispers and prayers
Whispers and blessings
Listen
The Gucci bag and the bling tell a tale
But what’s inside tells more
The country, the clan, the lone wolf
All dancing on song lines from yesterday to tomorrow
Beating a drum, a heartbeat, a rhythm
Of passion and promise, sorrow and longing
Desires and dreams
Everywhere there is poetry
Everywhere, a story
Listen to the winds
Listen
There is a bridge that exists between two worlds – fragile, translucent, almost ethereal.
It hovers, beckoning. Its glow, shimmering.
But do we see?
It is temporary, this bridge, and will not last.
Do we know? Do we care?
It travels between the world of love & plenty, and the world that soon will know no air.
When it vanishes, we will be but in one world or the other.
Does this matter?
If you find yourself on its path, do not hesitate, do not linger.
Dash over to the world of your heart’s desire.
And always remember,
At any moment the bridge could disappear, like magic, into the eternal air.
©Aliana Alani 2014
We are starlight, for a brief second,
and then are no more.
Back to the centre
to home
to the formless again.
We are starlight, for a brief second.
Why then this strife?
Why such discord?
What for?
We are starlight.
Why not Love?
As we begin to crest the wave of the holiday season and move closer to the end of a year, many of us start, once again, to ponder dreams and desires, both new and old. Forget the resolutions. This is more about the questions that help us sculpt a new world for ourselves. Questions like: what is a our heart’s desire, what do we truly love to do and are we doing it, how would we like to spend each day of the next year of our lives, and for some, with whom? Are we daring to love? And then there’s the larger question – what do we want for our world?
Dreams (and desires) are like stories waiting to be told. Sometimes we dare to look in their direction, feel a flutter in our hearts, and act. Sometimes they filter through the night space rather than the day, hovering.
As I ponder the power such dreams can hold and what waits in those proverbial wings, a wonderful Irish poet comes to mind. Someone whose work I have a fondness for – William Butler Yeats.
Below is a poem in which resides a segment many have come to know. I offer it to you as food for thought. I sense that Yeats would have liked that.
AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN –
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
“The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.”
… Francis Bacon
22shangrila 