Where all these will lead?!
The storm of change
Un-root living trees of pain
bedded inside the poet’s heart;
mirrors are breaking; clouds are moving forward.
Landscapes of change gives you everything you need
To begin a new life, a fresh heart
And new land and soil to plant faithful roots
Filled with water and love.
Listen to what had always been breathing
The held-back silence of the resolute truth
What you always knew, hoped for
But never received, come to you.
Hours getting stronger into warm summer nights
you hear its whispers, like a running waterfall
something inside you is merging; enlarges all of space
coming toward you.
The end of prayers, the tasteless discovery flow out
from the ripen flesh of your heart;
dense, dark aching cry …astonished to be free.
Who has twisted you around all your life;
between the hammers and melting of your heart;
is standing in front of you.
No more running away, no more windows and gates
Isn’t this what you want, the dearest part of yourself
Alone, quiet, a graceful rider of faith.
Look at her, she has risen from dark, beneath all unsaid emotions
The forgotten hours of pain, the long bitter duration
to see, if you ever have an end;
the endless weeping crack in your chest; longing forever inside the womb
hoping, praying for the love that understands love.
many gave up when they passed into the invisible world
between shadows and not knowing where their home are ?!
you alone, stood by pain and outstretched your heart
to reach and touch the ungraspable ceiling of the sky;
higher than fly of thoughts, you dived within your own heart;
fought with enormous waves on the edge of every tree and rock;
to build something greater with pillars and alters in soil of creation;
in your endless vision for love and peace.
Listen, the one you always loved
Coming toward you;
All human, wounded and broken
But alive and never again alone;
Embraces her and let tears fall,
Let clouds rain, and flowers bloom;
Let birds sing and flames burn;
You would try again and again to walk away from such a love
That burns you and you never understand
The pain and the joy of living.
Bend on the moist breeze of the new earth;
Your longing has accepted.
Glide on your dreams,
after a storm all things rest in fate.
A Drop of tear, a landscape of heart;
leaf of a poets’ words;
inside the mirror, in her;
one world dies;
a new one approaching.
Serena Devi, July 2013