In the world of magic, no-thing is real. All real things are dissolved and disappeared into stillness of the invisible world.
Out of the mystery the Divine feminine rises, receptive, warm, gentle and strong, in her long black garment. The dark Goddess opens her soft red lips with a promise of a full life.
Underneath of all emotions and senses, the restless mad desire moves all livings to fall out of all forms, bodies, into silent ebbs of love. To be in now, to be intimate with every touch, every thought and emotion, to become fully absent of self, empty of everything and become more ordinary, a fertile, open and pure, a place for all Happenings
Swim without fear, meet each wave, not knowing what shore you shall land.
Moments ….of beauty, sadness, sensation, mystery; embracing all. The ordinary life is a living experience of an extra ordinary magic, moving, shaping, unfolding, passing by, in a sweet smell of jasmine, or taste of a lemon tea, like a scent of a God aroused from the dream of a making love with his beloved Goddess. The ache inside the human throat, centuries of waiting to reborn, gazing silently into sky, following the edge of flight of seagulls which breaking bravely into winds and waves…coming home to what is free, vast and unlimited, behind each movement of their wings. This is love, the untamed and raw force of life, in harmony and balance, with no resistance or desire to control. Seagulls reborn every day, free, faithful to their nature and brave to meet each high and low. We, humans have forgotten how to splash the waves, trust our wings and never question the power of creation. Our minds are full of thoughts, stories, structures, doing lists for tomorrows, we listen to forecasts, stock market, news. Time controls us, unmet needs control us, fear control us. The only place we could go as a refuge is daydream of a better tomorrow. We forgot love, we forgot contentment, we forgot
Could any dream be more real than “love”? Could any lover be more naked and exposed than the heart which melts and loves unconditional, disappears drop by drop from her own life, away from all stories, far away from vicious circling of mind.
In the world of magic, absent means to be fully present and everything means to hold on no-thing. Freedom is a divine feminine perception, seeing through her eyes, kissing with her lips. Feeling the heat of Sun beneath the heart and die peacefully beside rocks, dolphins and siren songs. Falling in love with life and never ask Who am I?
This full of absent of self, is a home coming of divine feminine, the unfolding mystery, the absolute freedom of each choice on whiteness of pages of life.
The reason of all happenings is to die and become a vessel, empty, crystalized, to echo the sound of creation, to be a silent part of the Magical world. To be awaken in your own dream, to taste the juice of love from your own vein.
To be a rose, to hold nothing between self and life. To love and be loved and witness the undeniable magic of the intense beauty that opens up moment by moment, to taste the sweetness of Goddess’s lips.
To dance on milky way between stars and hearts, to be so still that the soft movement of moon into the arms of the dark night could be heard. So vast and free, that could hold earth and sky. So humble and loving that creation circles around your breath.
Out of mystery comes all sort of love and the deeper you traveler, the more of love arrives and one day everything dissolves into magic of Oneness.
Come my beloved One, our home is here, our breathes are one, our joy, our laugh, our purpose and our forever love. Come home….
Serena Devi, Brighton 24/08/2014