The dark lord was sitting on his throne
Burning sage in his hands
Eyes everywhere, no sound, no shape,
Absolute was the place.
I flew in all direction,
To find the exit path
Unaware that entrance and exit opens
Through the same crack
On the wall of time.
Every step I took,
The separation was impossible.
The dark marks on my white garment,
Thorny ache inside of my heart,
Dark lord drew a map on my existence
In a shape of his palms.
In a distance,
Sun was rising
Open fields, garden of lilies,
Sparrows on their way back home,
I was still a prisoner
in depth of my fearful thoughts.
One day, courage was born
I fled myself free of the illusion of outside
Too many years were wasted in fears, doubts
I returned to dark lord,
To house of void
Became silent admirer of his dark eyes
The fragrance of flowers
The way out…The way in…
I woke up in a middle of the dream,
I changed the dream.
Oh, valleys are waiting…. Clouds are weaving a rope for my next fly
From there, I could see all golden paths to his kingdom.
I left the house of illusion behind
No dust could keep my eyes blur
I claimed my vision,
I broke the spell
Once for all
For whoever wants to return
To darkness of void
There is no death
Life is a simple walk from
The living room of intention
to the flourish garden of possibilities.
My walk started a while ago,
When dark lord crowned my head
With green threads of earth
Put the love inside of my heart,
Now, all I know is loving
I must love
I am with the dark lord,
I am resident of the void.
© Serena Devi, August 2010