MAY LOVE PREVAIL

MAY LOVE PREVAIL                                by Aliana Alani ©2022

When the light of the world seems dim

And all that is sacred feels like dust in the wind

May Love Prevail

When days come laced with fear

And nights dipped in melancholic sadness

May Love Prevail

When anger and judgement assault the senses

And kindness and compassion dissolve in the mist

May Love Prevail

When all that is holy and full of light calls

From deep space heart into the Now

May Love Prevail

For if ever there was a time to remember

If ever a time to be true to who you are

It is Now

May Love Prevail

No matter how things may appear to be

No matter how desperate they may feel

Ultimately

         Always

Love WILL Prevail

                               Be the Love you are…

New Poetry…

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. 

22shangrila.com/poetry

Take care. Have a great day! And may each moment be filled with love.

 

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Some new poetry…

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.

Poetry

Have a beautiful day, night, morning, moment – wherever you are!

Be well and prosper!

A bit of poetry wafting your way…

 

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Where Then The Heart
                   By Aliana Alani ©2019

 

Here they are now –
Veils lifting, slowly, gently
Like the flutter of angelic wings
Whispering in clear air.

 

Softly, a sunlight enters –
Early morning dusting of
Luminescent light, golden
Essence particles, divine and shimmering.

 

And where are we
In these moments of discovery?
Looking out, heart open, eager and expectant,
Or hard-pressed to the cacophony
Floor of drama and despair?

 

Are we searching for crumbs
Or infinite possibilities?

 

Where then the heart, in these moments
Of whisperings and glimmerings,
And more…

 

 

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A little poetry … just because…

 

 

I DANCED
                                                      ©Aliana Alani 2018

 

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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

 

 

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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