A thousand keys
and the one lock,
A thousand paths
And the one moon.

Emptiness is the seed
Grows silently
under detachment rains.

The bountiful tree,
Turns into the spirit
Lover of her serene leaves.
No one knows
the source of her joy.

Hummingbird hovers
Beats her wings,
Hum hum,
a soundless silence,
Strikes everywhere.

Happiness is one of the keys,
love, the master key.
the lock is open,
Into the wholeness,
Into eternal,
she flew.

© Serena Devi, April 2011