The more I listen to silence,
the less I can use words,
slowly, I look beyond trees
stones and shadows
and leave the two worlds.
I become a raindrop
falling
neither from heaven,
nor on the face of earth
falling in smell of a rose.
the soul is here for her own joy,
not to make a mark
not to make a sound
flow over time,
shapeless and fearless
pulling toward her destiny
one moment still, like a sun
one moment in motion,
like a playful wind.

becoming, becoming
burning in her own light
living her own joy
remembering her dance
remembering god.

~ Serena Devi, 8th June 2012

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