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Out of mystery

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In the world of magic, no-thing is real. All real things are dissolved and disappeared into stillness of the invisible world.
Out of the mystery the Divine feminine rises, receptive, warm, gentle and strong, in her long black garment. The dark Goddess opens her soft red lips with a promise of a full life.
Underneath of all emotions and senses, the restless mad desire moves all livings to fall out of all forms, bodies, into silent ebbs of love. To be in now, to be intimate with every touch, every thought and emotion, to become fully absent of self, empty of everything and become more ordinary, a fertile, open and pure, a place for all Happenings
Swim without fear, meet each wave, not knowing what shore you shall land.
Moments ….of beauty, sadness, sensation, mystery; embracing all. The ordinary life is a living experience of an extra ordinary magic, moving, shaping, unfolding, passing by, in a sweet smell of jasmine, or taste of a lemon tea, like a scent of a God aroused from the dream of a making love with his beloved Goddess. The ache inside the human throat, centuries of waiting to reborn, gazing silently into sky, following the edge of flight of seagulls which breaking bravely into winds and waves…coming home to what is free, vast and unlimited, behind each movement of their wings. This is love, the untamed and raw force of life, in harmony and balance, with no resistance or desire to control. Seagulls reborn every day, free, faithful to their nature and brave to meet each high and low. We, humans have forgotten how to splash the waves, trust our wings and never question the power of creation. Our minds are full of thoughts, stories, structures, doing lists for tomorrows, we listen to forecasts, stock market, news. Time controls us, unmet needs control us, fear control us. The only place we could go as a refuge is daydream of a better tomorrow. We forgot love, we forgot contentment, we forgot
Could any dream be more real than “love”? Could any lover be more naked and exposed than the heart which melts and loves unconditional, disappears drop by drop from her own life, away from all stories, far away from vicious circling of mind.
In the world of magic, absent means to be fully present and everything means to hold on no-thing. Freedom is a divine feminine perception, seeing through her eyes, kissing with her lips. Feeling the heat of Sun beneath the heart and die peacefully beside rocks, dolphins and siren songs. Falling in love with life and never ask Who am I?
This full of absent of self, is a home coming of divine feminine, the unfolding mystery, the absolute freedom of each choice on whiteness of pages of life.
The reason of all happenings is to die and become a vessel, empty, crystalized, to echo the sound of creation, to be a silent part of the Magical world. To be awaken in your own dream, to taste the juice of love from your own vein.
To be a rose, to hold nothing between self and life. To love and be loved and witness the undeniable magic of the intense beauty that opens up moment by moment, to taste the sweetness of Goddess’s lips.
To dance on milky way between stars and hearts, to be so still that the soft movement of moon into the arms of the dark night could be heard. So vast and free, that could hold earth and sky. So humble and loving that creation circles around your breath.
Out of mystery comes all sort of love and the deeper you traveler, the more of love arrives and one day everything dissolves into magic of Oneness.
Come my beloved One, our home is here, our breathes are one, our joy, our laugh, our purpose and our forever love. Come home….

Serena Devi, Brighton 24/08/2014

Let’s die

Let’s die to all small and big emotions of unsafety, loneliness, hurt and betrayal, failure and suffering.
There is no one’s fault, no image, no thought, no moment rises without being allowed, consciously or unconsciously by you.
Someone wants to wake up, it feels hard to sit still, accept and let silence nurture the exhausted self, the undeveloped and unloved parts of you. The desire for surrendering rise from your womb, the ache and longing for softness and receptivity, through time and space.

Who are you, within web of my body, are you Soul? Personality, a drop of a water from ocean of consciousness, all the undissolved parts waiting for alchemy process, to turn into love!! Who are you?
I call you, to come and sit with me, with gentleness of sky and patience of trees. Your presence is all I need, to find the strength to stand as whole in this unbearable pain and not runaway, not hide, not blame, just die in my own loving embrace and witness how the crack in my heart widens, moment by moment for the light to open up and show me the secret pathway to lifetimes patterns of self-sabotage and manipulation, fear of being authentic.
Sorrow is part of our breathing, it carves inside out, the passage for the flow of acceptance, self nourishing and love.

Let’ die to all stories of control and success,
To all false senses of security, belonging and power.
I want to die and at the same time give life to this intense feelings of discomfort, wow and wonder and extremely painful of maturity in my human form. When, moment by moment, waves take me from joy and playfulness, to disconnect and pressure, just to open a new gate and invite a deeper relation with all parts, as Who I AM.
Perhaps it is my last hope, or my first authentic act to retrieve all parts of my soul, in the present without fear of rejection and disapproval. It worth dying…Isn’t death also a beginning?
The deeper I look into the mirror of the world, the deeper I must travel to underworld of my feelings, meet the shadow and unloved and even lost parts of my soul. Some, I must bury with love and care, with patience and compassion, some, I have to sit, months, even years, for the invite… just to enter, just to accept, to open and allow healing… for self love to grow.
Can I ever travel beyond my stories? Some sounds like an old gramophone, pausing, rewinding on its own….I am tired of repetition of the sorrow stories, the abandon child and the hermit path.
Can I finally admit, surrender to life as it comes, let flow truly moves me forward. Can I enter this moment, virgin, no sense of good or bad, no need or desire to do or not to do.
Let’s die and open up to more love, fall into unknown and even when it feels my skin is burning and I can’t stand one more minute in front of the heat of transformation and illumination, lets stay still, while parts of me dying that no longer serving my growth.
Let die and accept this human experience as without this body, I could never know, how beautiful I can be, how hard the ground of life feels and how amazing standing up is. How much more I can delve in, to be more truthful, humble and sensitive to all.
Let die and accept the agony of lessons and changes and embrace the magical ecstatic moments of ecstasy, when everything becomes one, and feels I never left home.
Today, I crossed a deadly desert, still feel hot, confused, vulnerable, nowhere to hide, rest or wait for the next day. So, come and hold my hands, my light, my shadow, my ache in the chest, my forever lover, my breath of longing, come and stay with me, until I die completely, turn to ashes one more time, hopefully one last time, to lose all I have to lose. To become a place free of time and space,
For love to happens, over and over,
On blade of grass, on the edge of moon’s lips on skin of night,
In face of strangers, and silent imitation of birds,
Come and end me
To reborn out of my new heart
Into a boundless echo of Now.
Now or never,
I promise you,
our forever no ending love affair in Now.

Serena Devi

A note to readers

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Dear beloveds, friends and readers

I have been posting on this poetry blog since 2010. It has been a great journey into my heart, to let go of many untrue believes, to unveil and unblock, to taste and share the true essence.

I am taking this blog to another level from today and apart from sharing poetry, I share and include some notes, lessons and tips on the Soul journey and soul- mapping. Please feel free to reflect back, ask questions or get in touch.

May this new approach, brings clarity, of strength and transparency to all of us, here.

With love

Serena Devi

What do you think ?! please share.

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I am content

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Wave after wave
Love wants to fly above fulfilled flowers
Blossom and praise.
Life is no accident
Those silent companions of night
Binding her destiny intimately with roots of earth.

Humans, in their noisy passion
Made her to forget her sweet songs
Instead words covered her innocent skin
Savage lusty desires nailed her soft lips.
The shadow was crossing
While the sun was captured in verses of uncertainty.

Love is simple when ripen within,
a sweet mysterious danger
is forced wide open
so far from your reach;
could it be God’s breathing?!

Humans are good with words
But the unborn happiness; the sonnets of Love
In her passionate music of sexuality
Only echoes in silence
Between the roots of two willow trees.

The magic of wind
The forgotten names of ancient paths
The intimate hour between feelings of two strangers
In sweat and ecstasy to become one;
on the edge of the two worlds,
weave upon weave
love is reborn.
All heaven’s grapes ripened
On the golden branches of sensuality of touch
In exhaustible wine of joy
Pouring out of the beloved’s vein.

I am content;
Like a Sun
Like a silky road to heart of life
When love flies over the breath of earth
The shadow falls and shatters
Into hundred seeds of ripe fruits
On my human mortal month.

No image of mind rests in forever;
Only the taste of love’s lips
worth waiting for till eternity.

There is a gentle heart,
Looking inward, without noticing others,
Surrendering to that faceless voice, sensual touch of unknown;
Immortal and infinite.
As her last human tears fall soundless
on the feet of Universe,
new paths open up.

Life is no accident;
When my human eyes are closing
And my vulnerable heart moves forward;
Love and I
Merge in a silver river
a passionate juicy song
built from piles of white dreams;
grounding kindly, tenderly, in here.

Wood, water, wind
Lying nude under the heat of love,
Gazing into blue sky,
Humming;
I am Earth
and
the evening song
of Gods.
I am content.

© Serena Devi, January 2014

Two hearts

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Breaks, it breaks,
the song of a caged bird
inside the forgotten breeze
it breaks the silence; when the anticipation of my heart
runs down the narrow path of discovery,
and my feeling weave a net of “don’t touch me”
around my breathing.
Then, I know,
all the new things come into life, fertile of free moments
to soften my edges of humanness, to make a perfect round shape of my breasts,
to take away the clips from my wings,
to let my throat rests is cool watery taste of melon and honey
when longing disappears, in tender touch and embracement of my soul
sunbathing with tides and emerging with waves of light,
when everything circles around my eyes, and my feverish body bends, to not break.
To stay alone and get used to solitude, where all dreams are squeezed
Into a bitter but heathy smoothie of Consciousness.
In hope, my existence goes beyond sway of curtains,
while my smiley face slaps over destiny waves,
and my heart, peels her skin of duality, in tears and sometimes even joy.

It breaks, soul maturity breaks my imagiery walls, fears of let go …
to sing like a siren and dance like a butterfly,
to be and make love as a passionate woman with every sacred things of life.
to drop gently on skin of Earth, like a snowflakes
to rest peacefully, like red tulips on the edge of grass,
to hold still, like a warm embrace of sun,
to let go, like a sweet song of a hummingbird,
to rise joyful, like lovers from one bed,
to accept who I Am, with no condition or limitation.
To love with two hearts, one for myself and the other for another me,
To let everything finds its own level, like a stream of a river, joining a sea.

To caress everything, with sacred tears or a gentle touch,
To have faith the journey of the ripen grapes,
To take a delight from shade of two lovers, hand in hand.

To know oneself is freedom,
to love another heart is an eternal dream,
It’s silence breaks.

Serena Devi, 19th July 2014

Moments

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Could we open an intimate conversation
Without fear or resistance
To reflect, to unfold, to accept and let go
To let our life become a vast, boundless and abundant
place to meet truth, love and peace, moment to moment.

Could we look into each other’s soul and before calling another “You”
before blame and guilt of our hidden humans’ wounds
move us to act premature, unfair and sometimes even ruthless, could we phase and own our experience, without making another responsible for what we feel, think and believe. Could we have the patience and compassion with ourselves, to stay in our own pain and suffering , wait and trust,
without knowing where this opening to our inner struggle will take us.

Feel what we feel in moments, pain, anger, frustration, whatever comes, we embrace without labeling or changing it. When YOU is nothing but another suppress part of ourselves, behind thousand veils of illusion, could we just trust our heart and let the moment lightens another dark corner of our endless abyss of soul, to discover, to love and accept, to transform.
Our willingness and faith is the remedy to heal our undeveloped parts, to live an authentic life, accepting our vulnerabilities, accepting our dark parts and allowing is an act of courage and empowerment. The new space helps life to flow, to wash and heal, to direct and create.
By changing our perception, we experience ourselves in a new way and our vibrations shift from low (struggle, anger, self- seeking) to higher (forgiveness, compassion and love).
Today, mirror showed me that if I stop jumping up and down, the reflection will also stops, our energy is a forever repeating blue sky, when clouds are removed, all we see is Blue/Sky/Within.

Serena Devi, 19 July 2014

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