A bit of poetry, sent with love

No Goddess Likes To Be Ignored                                    

by Aliana Alani ©2018

 

 

She enters your world like the goddess she is
Late or early, one knows not which
She has her own sense of time
Her own way

A flick of red-gold
A puff of smoke
Flirtatious, at first

She enters
And you pay her no mind, silly you
No goddess likes to be ignored

She beats the drum of her inner womb
Until you turn and look her way
Beats some more until you think – enough
But she has just begun

She’s claiming ground now
Caressing skin
Searching for the heart
Taking what is hers
What you thought was yours, silly you

Rumbling along the path of your tomorrows
Cracking wide the green of your todays
Filling the spaces, red-hot and wild

Call her if you can, if you will
But do not speak her name in vain
No goddess likes that either

Say to her only this:
I see you and I remember
Say:
Let us live in harmony, you and I
Say:
Aloha, Pele, Aloha, Aloha, Aloha

 

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Life is like a garden…

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LIFE IS LIKE A GARDEN…     

by Aliana Alani ©2018

 

LIFE IS LIKE A GARDEN. Granted we don’t always see it that way but if you think about it, really think about it – it is. So look around you. What do you see?

If it’s a garden in your yard, you might see blooming flowers, unless of course it’s the beginning of Spring in which case you may be looking at dead grass and last year’s we’ve-lost-all-our-glow autumn leaves. However, you might also see a fledgling little popup of green here or there, which is good news, because those would be the bulbs you planted last fall now getting ready to burst upon the scene with much desired vibrant colour. The thought of which makes a person smile. It’s got to. Who doesn’t love colour after a long white winter?

And if it’s the garden of your yard, you know that all there is to do is get out there with that rake, scoop up all those dead leaves, turn over the soil in those flower beds, and yup, plant a few flowers. And then, voilà, you have yourself a beauteous landscape of a backyard, guaranteed to touch your heart, and garner admiration from your neighbours all summer long.

Now – If it’s the garden of your life and all you see around you is dead grass, then you have a bit of work to do. Dead grass in your personal garden is a wakeup call. For just like your backyard garden needs a little TLC now and then (that’s tender loving care for those of you who might not remember), so does the garden of your life.

Dead grass brings with it questions. The obvious one being – where is the life? That’s a question bordering on the existential which could take you forever to answer if you’re not careful so give yourself permission to hear the sound bite version! And then we have – how long has it been since you’ve seeded it with dreams of possibility? Those are the Yes I Can dreams you’ve held close to your heart for so long. How long since you’ve watered your life with love? If you’re having trouble locating the watering can then you’ve got your answer to that one. If there’s a lot of dead grass then chances are you’ve either ignored your garden, perhaps completely, or fed it consciously or not with thoughts of anguish, doubt, or despair. Oh dear.

Your opportunity, should you choose to accept it, is to cast an eye (two if you’re feeling really brave) around the garden of your life and see what you find. If it’s an endless field of dead stuff, then ask yourself why. The next course of action is obviously the rake, the shovel, or the rototiller. But before you go using the rototiller, we should probably talk.

More Life is a Garden thoughts to come, so tune in again!

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HAPPY GARDENING!

 

If I could tell you…

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

 

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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.

 

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Happy Thanksgiving

autumn leavesIt is Thanksgiving Weekend here in the Great Not-White-Yet North – traditionally a time of gratitude for all that you have been blessed to receive during the past year, and a prayer of thanks for all you hope to receive in the year to come.

Here it is also Autumn – a time when the leaves turn many colors, and at their perfect time, carpet the ground below. They dance midst the winds with a kind of reckless abandon as though they know their time is running short. I find myself incredibly grateful to watch them on this sunny day. I have always loved the dance of leaves.

I am grateful also for you, wherever you are – friends and strangers – those who click ‘like’ here and those who choose to ‘follow’. Thank you for dipping into the well that is 22shangrila and thank you for hanging around. Whether we have met or not, you make everything a bit brighter.

We live in an exquisitely beautiful world. Not always easy to remember in the midst of chaos, I know. So thank you for noticing its beauty, for taking the time to breathe it in, and for honoring it in your lives. For that, and for all you dare to do that is full of love, I am most grateful.

To you all, and to this very special planet which we all call home – THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

May your days be ever blessed with love.

for New Zealand…

This article (and its added poem, which I posted here years ago) is long, so I hope you will hang in and continue reading. And if it strikes a chord in your heart, please share. It is my feeling that New Zealand could use your prayers today.

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I AWOKE THIS MORNING to learn of the latest earthquake in New Zealand, a country that, as many know, is prone to such things. Some report it as a 7.5, others as a 7.8. Either way you look at it, it was large. Unlike the Christchurch earthquake, this one was inland and deeper. It was also bigger. The subsequent aftershocks have been large, shallow, and some have migrated northward. And there have been beginning tsunamis and casualties.

BACKTRACK, IF YOU WILL, to 2011. This time I wasn’t on the other side of the ocean. I was landing in Auckland – two hours after the Christchurch earthquake hit. As I watched the story unfold day after day for the next two weeks with all its aftershocks and increasingly bleak coverage, and as I personally walked small forest trails and ocean’s black sands, stared at calm sunsets and wild cloudy skies, I found myself touched beyond measure.

THIS WRITING BELOW feels as important to me now as it did then. As I read it again, I couldn’t help but feel that tucked within, there is perhaps a message for us all. It is a small homage to the spirit and heart of the Land of the Long White Cloud and of its people. New Zealanders, in my experience, are a strong kind people. That doesn’t mean your prayers and caring aren’t needed. So again, if this writing touches you, feel free to pass it on. Perhaps in the telling its heart song will help ease the way a little.

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       LAND OF THE LONG WHITE CLOUD

                                                                                                                  ©Aliana Alani 2011

 

LAND OF THE LONG WHITE CLOUD – AOTEAROA – Where stories linger like slender strings of tiny ocean pearls within your billowy sleeves of cloudlike memory. Where sky and sea walk hand in hand and in their mirage-like mist worlds both old and new appear to hover, and on their very edges ethereal doors stand ready to be entered, to share gifts perhaps waiting to be given. Is it but a dream to feel this way? And yet somehow, I think not.

                Kia Ora, you say.

                Aloha, I answer. For that is what I know in my heart.

Heart – the door you offer, at least to me – the chance to enter a land of ancient openness and be at peace, to walk with ease again along the corridors of time. As if a jewel had been here patiently waiting to be retrieved and lived anew. Strange to find you now, for I have landed on your shores when the earth is rumbling mightily and the ring of shifting sands and olden fissures is making itself known. Breaking through the seeming solidness of life and coughing up its innards for the entire world to see.

                Kia Kaha, you say, for you have been through this before and know no fear.

Is that the opportunity, when all else falls away, to know no fear? To know that life always begins anew, that if we open our hearts and trust the birth, it can perhaps be even better than before, that we are strong in spirit no matter what?

I am touched by the hearts of people on this land of yours, Oh Long White Cloud. Touched by their generosity and kindness in the midst of devastation – their willingness to reach out and help another. It is the humaneness within humanity, is it not – to offer aid without question or condition? Too often we forget this as we stride our world of ever-increasing gadgets and sound bites. Your people are helping us to remember.

Ke Aloha Aotearoa, your beauty is astounding. Gods have walked upon your earth and fished in your waters. Songs have been sung in your honour and winds have dashed your shores. Mountains high and long have risen dressed in snowy garments. And films have told stories of Middle Earths and Hobbit kingdoms. You are part of a realm we now call, The Pacific. But somehow you are part of something else as well. It lives within the very fabric of your air, and hence within the fabric of your people. Amongst all else, it is a strength of heart and the never-ending ability to dare to weave new story into life, no matter what. A wondrous gift this is for the world to see and feel. Thank you for bringing it to our table.

Kia Kaha, Aotearoa, Land of the Long White Cloud. Kia Kaha New Zealand.

You are loved.

 

 

 

What day is it?

YOU GOT IT – IT’S SUNDAY – our Let’s Make It A Day Of Love day. single-red-rose-3

So go be a fire fly of love. Fill each moment with kindness. Sing a song of beauty. Dance in the open air. Love the trees around you. Kiss the sun, or the clouds if the sun is hiding. And remember – you are Love. No matter what your body looks like, no matter what’s around you, no matter what’s in your bank account or isn’t – LOVE is who you really are – and LOVE is what our world is really made of. No matter how dark or dull or devastating things might appear to be, LOVE is there hiding in the mist of our moments, waiting to be felt and seen.

So go feel the love. Open you heart to its song. And when you hear it, dare to share its melody. Because LOVE is everywhere, waiting for YOU.

You are a blessing. You are LOVE.

Remember…

LET SUNDAY BE A DAY OF LOVE!

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Wherever you are, whoever you are with, may this Sunday be filled with kindness, blessings, and gratitude – for each moment, each smile you give or receive, and each precious breath you take. Every moment is a blessing. Send gentle waves of love into your day, your world, and yes even your own heart that the magic and exquisite beauty of love may be everywhere.

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Yes, that’s right…

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So go ahead and make it a day of love. Cast a gaze around you and celebrate the beauty. Dip your feet into the well of loving kindness and then share some with those nearby. Be joyous. Be happy. Be compassionate. And because you can, because it’s in you right here right now – take it a notch higher and go forth and be a never-ending waterfall of love.

And when the day is done and you think on all the blessed moments, breathe deeply from that magical air that’s been created, be super daring, and choose to make Monday a day of love too.

Remember – YOU MATTER – so be sure to love yourself as well.

Imagine how beautiful this world will be when every day is a day of love.

 

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Love is the answer.

Always has been.          Always will be.

A Poetry Moment…

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I Walk Alone                                            ©Aliana Alani 2016

I walk alone but am not lonely.
I flirt with stars that call my name.
Winds dance through the heathers
of my remembering and leave a
trail of perfume in their wake.

I walk alone but am not lonely.
Galaxies dissolve like sparkling grains
of golden sands beneath my feet.
I walk midst sunrises and sunsets
and wisps of tomorrows yet to come.

I walk alone but am not lonely.
Heaven is my gate and Eternity my home.
I turn and find You everywhere. I turn
and look and walk, alone and yet not lonely.
For I am everywhere, alone, not lonely.

I walk in never-ending beauty.
Reflecting light – alone, not lonely
Reflecting love, I am – alone, not lonely.
Reflecting, reflecting, I am You
Everywhere – alone but never lonely.

 

Okay folks, it’s Sunday!

single red rose 3So roll out that inner carpet of love and let your open heart be a beacon of caring for our world. Share your kindness, your compassion, your laughter and your joy with those around you. Water your garden of life with love – and then send some out into our world as a gentle wave of healing for us all.

See the world through love-filled eyes that love may begin to blossom everywhere again. Listen only to the inner chords of love and watch how things within you change. Smile. Breathe. Catch the sparkles of beauty that dance before you. They’ve always been there. They just prefer to dance to the tune of love.

And drink in some of that love for yourself as well. After all, it’s who you truly are.

 

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Remember

Love is the answer

Always has been.          Always will be.