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.

Behold…

                                              ©Aliana Alani 2017

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Behold,

How long it can often take
To build a dream into a reality,

And how little time is needed
To tear it all apart.

Happy January 2017

Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll be changing a few things around at 22shangrila – taking down pages, putting new ones up. Consider it a bit of ‘de-cluttering’ for the New Year.

There will be a page called, WHAT’S NEW, which will mostly be about what’s currently available to buy, with a few added ‘bits’. This way you’ll be able to check it out at your leisure rather than having to scroll down on the main section to find things.

And there will be a page entitled, THOUGHTS FOR THE MONTH. You may find a quote there or something longer. Hopefully it will in some way inspire you and touch your heart. Because we are almost at the end of January (hard to believe, I know), it will begin February 1st, the Celtic New Year.

I’ll also be changing the POETRY page periodically. Mostly you see new postings of poetry in the main section, and that will continue. But from time to time, I will scoop one of them up and tuck it into the Poetry Page. Do go and take a peek now and then. I hope you enjoy them.

I also hope you’ll stay with me as we walk these challenging times together. The year 2017 promises to be a year of opportunity, but it is opportunity cast within a swirl of chaos. Chaos, as you may remember, can be diva drama at its best. As such, it loves to pull you in and hold you in its sway. It wants you to believe it is the only game in town. It needs that to succeed. However, if your desire is for peace and harmony, a growing serenity within, a life of kindness and caring for yourself and your world, this year will be your chance to truly live that desire.

Meditate. Find the stillness within. Look beyond the illusion. Stand true to your core knowing in your heart of hearts. Be kind. Be caring. Share your gifts and talents generously. Laugh in small giggles and big HAHAs. Let people know how beautiful they are – because they are. Daily tend your garden of life that it may flourish and grow. And above all – LOVE.

 

Love is the answer. Always has been. Always will be.

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Ask only…

                                                                    By Aliana Alani ©2016

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Ask not of others
to be what you want
them to be.

Ask only of yourself
to be who you
truly are.

And what is left…

By: Aliana Alani ©2016

 

And so it is that friendships
come and go.
And memories that seemed etched in time
begin to fade.

The imports of a life no longer
weave their spells.
Their words and thoughts no longer
holding sway.

And what is left is to the
alchemist pure gold.
A plot of heaven midst a field
of fertile light.

One solitary note. One single chord.
Echoing throughout the endless
chambers of the
Eternal heart.

I cry…

I CRY…
By Aliana Alani ©2016

I cry for you, Italy.
I cry for us all.

And midst the flowing tears,
A seed is born, glowing.

A single note sung in three-part harmony.
A call of love – Amore.

It rides salty waves like a fearless warrior
that it might find fertile ground
within the folds of tomorrow.