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Oh, freedom…all the white pages of my life

May 11, 2011

Speak with me,
The white pages
Of my life,
How the rest of my being
Will be conducted in ink and words?

Words flow
Between my fingers,
Sometimes, so weak
To be painted in color
To bring a poem to life.
But,
I must try…

Before dawn,
I had a dream
Of myself
Standing on high rocks,
An open field beneath,
Full of wild tulips,
And white butterflies
Freed of cocoon,
In dance in boundless sky.

From where I stood,
I saw it all,
On a not faraway tree,
The white floating cocoons
More alive than green leaves
Of my yard.
Oh…freedom is sweet.
To have hope
That all,
is not just a dream.
I will see the manifestation
of the real me,
In color, in reflections,
In the small poetry book.
Perhaps,
I see through
the end of my journeys
on earth,
Perhaps I become a butterfly,
Or an artist,
Or just stay a lover
Who hopes to meet her other half,
The one, my dreams pointed to him,
The man with the iron footwear,
Who has crossed
From time to timeless,
From surface to depth of self,
From separation to union.

The seeker of the secret beyond
Butterflies’ wings,
He has become a sage.

Dream after dream,
All dissolves in day’s events,
And I am left with darkness of nights,
To pray, to cry, to write with passion,
In passion of my existence.
So love stays with me,
Till I meet him again.

Oh…freedom …how bitter life tastes without you.
I know,
I can’t stay longer
On top of highs,
Scatter all of my self
To restless wind,
And paint with brush of hope
At the edge of life on the wild tulips.

My time is close,
I must return,
To white pages of my life,
Take my pen and feel,
Feel what does breathe
within my soul,
And write
The endless story
of my longing through centuries
To be intimate with god
In human’s shape.

I write my heart
In solitude, in dark.
From distance, I see crowds,
Around fire,
worship the flames
While the light is out.
The morning after,
Ashes are there,
And everyone is back to normal!

Who are these performers?

True lovers of God,
Must cross the 40 days in desert,
Must face the demon within,
Must feel doubt and overcome
by true faith.
Intimacy with god,
Is not an easy path.
Joy comes after many deaths,
Happiness comes after healed wounds.
Or it might never come,
In the way we seek and expect.

Me, loving God,
Doesn’t have a break or holiday time,
It is constant consciousness,
evolving in and to omnipresent.
Like a second skin, like another beating heart.

God, Loving me,
Is a light never sees dark,
It is permanent, like a breath, like a beauty,
like a father embracing his child.
I know all these and yet,
my earthy eyes,
are trapped
in seeking him in flesh.

Now,
seems like a right place,
To give
The pages of my poetry
To free butterflies.

Perhaps one day
On earth,
They meet God in man’s shape,
With an iron foot wear,
Seeking truth,
And not be afraid,
Of not finding it
With normal eyes.
Not be afraid,
To replace them,
meet himself
And the woman inside
His union will be mine.

I scatter,
The ashes of dreams,
My dark nights,
My Longing to be more intimate with God,
My faith to meet him on earth,
And yes, all of my love,
To him, my other half,
the one,
I have been loving
in silent and scream.

Oh, freedom… spread everywhere,
I am at the end of my book,
my life is poetry
with hope that it is written,
sincere.
I give it to butterflies,
There is no place left,
For my human’s shape,
On their wings.

Oh, freedom… all the white pages of my life
Spread well
All over the creation.
I live in you.

© Serena Devi, May 2011

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4 Comments
  1. dear and divine….. OPEN = O PEN = ZERO words = just silence of oneness = open to fly on wings of butterflies….love all.

  2. to become open… one must be detached from matter … and have the courage to jump …be free to be anything …God desires…. dear ram… I am at the edge and soul is aroused beyond words… I want to be free from me and whatever form I have… I fly … I fly…love all

  3. dear and divine Serena….. what is there to attach and detach…both closeness…. a current in the player….film running…. it does not imprint on current….body and soul oneness is that current….and remain in center and open with God…..that is freedom….love all.

  4. dear and divine Ram… God’s fragrance…wisdom and love in you…I am speechless….love all

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