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 St Patrick’s Day

shamrocks for st patrick's dayAlright you lovers of Green, it’s that day again. So go on now, grab that Guinness, put shamrocks in your hair, wear green anywhere you can think of (hah), quote Irish poets who come to mind (there are a lot of them), watch your favorite Irish actors in your favorite Irish movies, do something kind for someone and don’t tell anyone (that’s an old Irish tradition), and wish the best of the best for everyone you meet.

And of course, give a topping of the hat (I’m assuming you’ll be wearing one) to the wee ones and their clans (of which there are many), should you be blessed enough to meet them.

It’s a special day but it’s also meant to be fun (also known as a bit of craic), so go have some!

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!

Dream Vision

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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.

 

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This is…

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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…

DIn 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

 

 

A Taste of Poetry…

There’s a new bit of poetry for you to read on the POETRY page entitled ‘BETWEEN THE SHADOWS AND THE GREY’. Light Within The DarknessLike 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

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

No more…

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.

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Springtime!

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For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, Spring has either sprung (depending on where you are) or is just around the corner. Birds are chirping their way back into our awareness, and buds are teasing forth on trees for all to see. It is time for jackets instead of coats and runners instead of boots, if we’re lucky. April can be a fickle month in the North so it’s always up for grabs. All of which means, don’t put those shovels away just yet, cuz ya just never know.

Traditionally Spring is a time of beginnings. So let’s begin to envision the positive. Let’s envision a peaceful world, a happy one, and let’s dare to open even more to serenity and kindness in ourselves and in our lives, no matter how crazy things might appear to be. And yes, they do appear to be incredibly crazy. But…

The old is slipping away. The new is being born.

Because it’s the start of APRIL, I’ve changed things on the WHAT’S NEW page. Check it out by clicking here. WHAT’S NEW And the Poetry page has a different entry as well. Poetry   If any of it speaks to you, if you want more info or want to buy, just email me at 22shangrila.com.

So here’s to Spring! Let’s plant seeds of loving wherever we can. Then let’s help them prosper, flourish, and grow. Loving. Believe it or not, it’s what we do best.

Namaste, & may happy moments be yours.

If you are the grain…

©Aliana Alani 2017

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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.