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Winter comes and you know its essence,
You sit by fire and drink your coco
remember and let go.

Sleep is full of dreams; the emptiness behind each story,
Silent voice of soul points the less travelled path of heart
With nowhere to hide.

You look up, the colour of sky keeps changing
and your eyes move between shades of clouds
and flying birds,
misty sea front and the sound of running dogs
playing their games.

You mend the walls around your house,
Fences are repaired,
Noisy neighbors are gone.
could you ever feel safe again?

This dark parade and the smell of death
How many more cascades you need
To bury the old and begin “I AM”?
While the bell in your heart rings and rings
“freedom”.

For all you ever know
You can turn your back to east or west
can live as a vagabond,
sell popcorn and exchange dreams
you can’t avoid the Truth anymore.

Mirrors will continue striking your nights
Even when you counting your blessings
The cry of wind pass through your life, loud and disturbing.

You sense the breathing of heaven behind your ear
You see the boundless sea in front
Why are you still frighten to be here, to be “You”?!

Someone whispers stories in “You” of heaviness and struggle,
someone else sings, song of shapeless, timeless
free tomorrows.
So many noises, moment of peace please!

You rest deeper into your heart,
Feeling everything, trusting the sense of not knowing.
Tide rises, tide falls,
vicious wind always have a story to tell,
Sea is the never the same.
Are you safe?
Could you be happy with no need to feel safe?

Trees look at God everyday
seagulls fly over his house
roses bloom under his smile.

Come back to earth,
Stars like magnolias; shall rise from your heart,
Winter is sacred, plant the seeds of your tomorrow
Moment by moment,
With care, patience, reverence and love.

Heaven is the satisfied taste of your hunger
against the earth’s sweet and bountiful breasts of life.
Come back to earth,
rest in roots of your fears and doubts
You shall rise as a tree,
always meeting God.

© Serena Devi January 2015

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