Loving again

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My heart is standing on a new edge of discovery, loving another in a new way.. freedom to be in my heart and let rays of untouched brings me down on knee, in beauty of not knowing that if this love will ever be received or returned…
I am experiencing myself in such a new way that my pen fails to express. Do I love a man or I am just falling in love with myself more and deeper?

I don’t know, do I ever needed to know, what brings such a deep sense of love, gratitude and beauty in this small space between my chest, when all I want is to fly higher and higher …into stardust.. so I land on his hair, at the corner of his neck… I am in awe of love again… if I ever receive another me is no longer a question or a desire… my heart is covered by roses and life pulse free, powerful and reborn within my living veins…
Ah, I am flying higher than ever in Beloveds dream….
The whole world is watching….. Love is turning me to ashes, manifesting love…

Moments

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Could we open an intimate conversation
Without fear or resistance
To reflect, to unfold, to accept and let go
To let our life become a vast, boundless and abundant
place to meet truth, love and peace, moment to moment.

Could we look into each other’s soul and before calling another “You”
before blame and guilt of our hidden humans’ wounds
move us to act premature, unfair and sometimes even ruthless, could we phase and own our experience, without making another responsible for what we feel, think and believe. Could we have the patience and compassion with ourselves, to stay in our own pain and suffering , wait and trust,
without knowing where this opening to our inner struggle will take us.

Feel what we feel in moments, pain, anger, frustration, whatever comes, we embrace without labeling or changing it. When YOU is nothing but another suppress part of ourselves, behind thousand veils of illusion, could we just trust our heart and let the moment lightens another dark corner of our endless abyss of soul, to discover, to love and accept, to transform.
Our willingness and faith is the remedy to heal our undeveloped parts, to live an authentic life, accepting our vulnerabilities, accepting our dark parts and allowing is an act of courage and empowerment. The new space helps life to flow, to wash and heal, to direct and create.
By changing our perception, we experience ourselves in a new way and our vibrations shift from low (struggle, anger, self- seeking) to higher (forgiveness, compassion and love).
Today, mirror showed me that if I stop jumping up and down, the reflection will also stops, our energy is a forever repeating blue sky, when clouds are removed, all we see is Blue/Sky/Within.

Serena Devi, 19 July 2014

Let go and Be

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Dear Beloveds,

For the last few weeks I have been stepping back into silence, letting go of the old cords and way of doings and beings. Spring always has the potential for new portals of light and inspirational creative activites. We are truly blessed to be here and enjoy the sacred breathing of love and beauty as humans and as souls.

Inside each of us, a universe live and breathe in whirls in cycles, ends and begins. We walk this dream called life, look into eyes of strangers, we study, we fall in love, get married ,raise kids, go to exotic holidays, change cars, change lanes, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, we chase happiness, we chase security, safety, acceptance, peace, all emotions we seek, outside, rooted within, for some us the drams might never ends, I don’t believe evolving is personal, so consciousness moves forward in spite of my choice to join or stay, whatever happens after my body returns to the soil, is a mystery to all of us. Even evolution only make sense for the world of matter, at the other side, Absolute holds it all.

Words become more precious every day after a silent break. I sit in front of the window of my heart, watching little birds of faith and hope flying in and out, watching; how those small wings touch the destiny of air, changing it forever, in a moment shorter than a breathe.

These days, I am not certain of anything, it is the power of love lightens my way, showing me how to choose effortless, how to listen to new rhythm of a new starts, how to let go and allow the movement of fragility of life in my veins, how to surrender to God lives me.

I want to say something that I can wrap in silence and offer it to all lovers, seekers of Truth, but how could I? In silence, empty is everything!

So, I invite you to look into this emptiness, and let its vastness, purity and transparency consumes your earthy senses, in your thirst for Truth. Let all ideas of SELF die, and listen deep into silent of your breathe, your heart, hear the beating beyond time, beyond your human experiences, be alone, and yet together with all. No teacher, no lover, no word, no sharing could offer that sensuality that is much higher, faster and warmer vibration that only your soul could experience and understand, as you reaching closer to complete the UNION with ONE.

~The great songs always born from whispers of the heart, be a song of love and merge in twilight. ~

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From Tehran to Freedom – repost

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In Tehran,
The crows fly
Above the prison’s bar,
One by one,
Carry nothing,
Except fear.
In Tehran,
Pedestrians must wait
A life time
If they follow the law
To cross.
Unending wait
for the next stop light’s green.
In Tehran,
Sun doesn’t know
Where to set,
Mountains are disappeared
Behind the smokes.
In Tehran,
Original is a dream,
And everything else
is a version,
a copy,
an imitate of real.
In Tehran,
All birds
must fill out a form
Before they break
The sky’s limit,
Must chain their wings,
To burden
Painfully,
cry” we are still here”…
In Tehran,
Memories are
the only free zone,
That people could walk in peace.
The present,
Is full of hardship,
injustice,
violence is the norm,
and kindness is a luxury
that no one could even wish.
In Tehran,
My heart is a prisoner
Who tries to forget the reasons,
And surrender to what it is
Yet, most of the days,
pain speaks her.
Only hope
Knocks on my door
once in a while,
In a middle of nightmares,
To whisper…
Soon, soon
you will depart.
In Tehran,
Gardens are caged
Between guns,
And children
Are not allowed
To chase butterflies.
Dreams are forbidden,
Being yourself
is a crime.
In Tehran,
Poets are cautious
with words,
Passion is no longer a trend.
Guitar players,
Forget how to play
all strings.
Music is a senseless act
of a victim
sentenced to a gas chamber,
smelling a red rose.
Behind walls
Fear breathes,
Low and close.
Anytime, anyone
Could break in
To plunder someone’s life,
And no advertisement for
human’s right
in the city hall.
The burden in my heart
Is a longing of a nation,
To be met again,
In freedom,
To share simple things,
Without fear,
To be a creation of love
Bow again
In fields of lovers and passion,
To Rumi, hazif and khayam.
In Tehran,
Many years ago,
I used to climb
High mountains,
“Inhale fresh air,
See beautiful wild flowers,
Smell and eat abeh gosht*
Rest in stillness shade,
Drink mint tea,
Steal kisses from clouds,”
It wasn’t just me,
It was everyone’s tale,
In laugh,
in happiness,
living in light.
Now,
we call those days,
Untouchable memories…
In Tehran,
I packed and unpacked,
Many suitcases,
many times, each journey
unfolded a bit of path that I was on,
consciousness on a rise!
This time,
I pack my longings,
They don’t take much space,
One small pack,
tagged in the name of god.
I leave behind
All belongings, possessions,
In a recycle bin.
I wait for no one,
I know after summer,
Autumn will brings
The right wind.
I take back my wings,
Free of all chains,
Attachments, beliefs, stories.
I shall fly to a new life,
Somewhere else
will welcome,
My wandering soul,
With open hands.
I will plant a new me
In its fresh soil.
I make a kite of
the pages of
my poetry,
and my heart
roars
in silence.
* Abeh Gosht A persian food made by lamb stew
© Serena Devi,