Ilia Talalai

Ilia Talalai Sep 2015

Growth

I stand on the precipice of fear.
When I look over the edge all I see is my beautiful death.
No Shelf,
No Cloud,
No Net
Will break my fall.
My eternity is written in bouts of mortal stories
drifting in and out of existence.
As I live out each one, I see more and more of my own flawed and beautiful design.
My vision blurs as the tale I write presently grows.
It's size and imperceptible scope is more than this fragile vessel can fathom.
I must simplify my story...
purify and wash my hands of the demolition that is inevitable.
I must let go...
I must allow this crumbling ledge to crack and break under the weight of my own identity.
Embrace the dying of dreams,
so that I may be reborn awake to see the life I must live.
Live life as the child knows to.
Breathe
Nourish
Love
and return to observe what is happening before my very eyes...

Ilia Talalai Aug 2015

Full Moon Gathering

On a night so bright,
we gather our own abundant light,
to marvel at the resonance of earthly delights
under the full moon's might.

in honor of the super full moon

Ilia Talalai Feb 2015

Love and Tea

There is no whisper of a distracted thought
when I say I love you.
Every part of my being is love
and it pours out of this vessel like steeped tea.

What your ears drink is that very same medicine
steaming inside me.
brewed from the fire of your passion,
I feel the leaves blossom as they transform
the waters of my life
to gold.

To give to you what little I have
is the gift of my whole being...
take this cup, my dear.
do with it what you desire,
for in this giving
I find all my efforts have borne fruit.

Should you choose to imbibe
this humble-precious substance,
I ask but one favor
do so in delicate measures, my love.
I do not wish to burn that precious fount
from which pours the sweetest nectar
I have known.

Ilia Talalai Jan 2015

One From The Cold Days

In the apple of my home
I find hope in the nectar
that sustains my life,
It warms me up
and sends me merrily on.
Against that warmth,
I find my soul.
That cold cold thing
that does naught
but absorb all that
it is not.
I will teach it to live,
and once it has come out
of its deathly cave
I will play with it
until
I surprise a smile
from its foggy gloom.
It shall show me
its tearful joy
and I will want
no more
from this world,
I will sleep.

Ilia Talalai Jan 2015

Your Joy Gives me Thanks

A flowery dervish
With skin like melted caramel
And eyes like a river of chocolate.
Sweet and succulent fragrances
Dance with a crackling fire of passion
...
Your smell intoxicates my senses

I soak in the life pouring out from your pores
And I feel love burn in the cauldron of your vessel.
That love which ignites with a ravenous desire to appreciate
And admire...
So precious,
                 So delicate,
                                       So pure.
                                                                   I yearn for time
                                                                       To unveil the mystery
                                                                   Of our shared connection,
                                                                   Yet
                                                                  I revel in the invitation
                                                                   To be present with the gifts
                                                                     Given so freely.
                                                                       Time will tell,
                                                                         And I have time to give.
                                                                     Time
                                                                    To simply be,
                                            To simply share,
                                                 To simply delve, hold and release.
Every breath I want
I know I must let go.
And in that same way,
I will always let you go
So that I may welcome you back
With arms of sweet remembrance.

Your joy gives me thanks

Ilia Talalai Jan 2015

Fireflies in the Dark

Gold dances on a dark canvas old as time
the orbs sway from side to side
hypnotized as they trace the curve of an imaginary bowl
my heart beats out fond memories
that fill my mind with fervent desires.
The dark wraps its cool shawl around my neck,
With a brisk touch, it tumbles all my reveries into associations of a noose...

I cannot connect with the world as I see it anymore...

It is experienced as a strange reflection
of all that comes from within and before me.
To be lost in this cage of thought
is to ignore the perpetual inspiration
gifted by the miracle all around me.
It is to see all as a reminder of a thought... of a thought.
Every smell is a whisper remembered
Every touch echoes a pain ignored for too many moons.

The soul sits in the well of our minds.
We build the mind to fill our soul to the brim
so that we may feel it glisten and gleam in the warm sunlight.
We see the world through ripples of ecstasy
as our love spills over the mind.
It flows into the roots around us...
In that moment we are truly present.

The joyous pride of the mind is the gift to overflow its most precious burden out unto this world.

It is the disciplined mind which harnesses energy to overflow
while the undisciplined mind remains as poor foundation.
It will only drain what precious reserves it tries to hold on to.
left in darkness at the bottom of our minds, the soul sees only what small glimmers it can glean.

When every firefly in the dark is a reminder of a thought of a thought, we are lost in the confines of a well we cannot climb out of.
...
When every cool breeze passes without grasping,
we know the power of being present...
We feel love as we breathe it in
and peace as we let it go.

Ilia Talalai Feb 2014

Aura

It is a joy to feel you shine in the starry-night-web of connections and shared energy
that I experience with the people that pass me
(or walk with me)
through this journey of life.

your tender smile beaming in a distant memory of your face.
It sings and dances with the knowledge that you are somewhere out there
humming that happy song of the blessed.

shine, shine on.
But please
                  oh please,
Do not shine for me.

Shine for the sake of the light you hold inside you.
Shine because you can...
                                        because you want to.
feel the freedom it is to be you and find joy
that every moment you experience is there for you
to revel in
      to cry in
          to laugh in
              to sigh in
                  to sing in
                      to feel in
                                                          to be in.
and while you go on your brilliant way,
                                                            know
                     (somewhere in that nebulous web of thoughts and sensations)
that in your heart there is
a twinkling star that shines brighter
because you do so for your own divinity.