In Centre

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Between all of the mess and glory which we call it life.
Where, we laugh, cry, pray, enjoy, afraid, make love, run, teach, unlearn, get confused, hurt, smile and finally when we had enough, get quiet.
Between all the masks we wear all through life, man, woman, lover, spiritual, poet, artist, teacher, master, begger, guru, traveler,..
Between all the chaos and noises… drop everything that you think you know,
no planning, no going or coming,
no knowing or not knowing
no words, no sound
listen to your centre.
rest in silence,
like a wave of an ocean,
like a bird in sky,
like a baby in her mother’s womb
like a day knowing her night
like a poem written without a pen
like a grape swimming in her own taste
like a lovers, kissing without a lips, touching without a body.
rest in your centre,
like a spring murmuring in her cherry blossom
like me, sitting alone on white sheets of my heart
knowing, one drop of your love
will turn everything in floating ocean of ecstasy.

I say no more, my beloved,
as no longer I know, who is here and who is gone.
Love is mute, magical and free.

Serena Devi

Into love

Every stage of silence, triggers a different sense of joy and peace, it goes deeper and wider, like a warm river washing all over your being, words become unnecessary and  breathing takes over.

I never imagined that aloneness could be so sweet, delicious and powerful and full of mystery.

Being grateful is not an option, when heart opens up,  gratitude, acceptance, surrendering and passion for learning, discovering and embracing all aspects of self, rise and expand.

Today, I am in such a state of ecstasy and ecstatic vision of Divine that my soul and heart kneel on ground of earth listening to every pulse, to every sound and feeling and tears falling and love dances with me all over the ocean of light, I am disappearing into life.

I am living, I am living in forever chants of love, in body and beyond.

I am home. ❤

Never ending of our homecoming


Where do I begin 

to tell the story of love, 

between my mad heart and God. 

He fills my heart 

with silence, 

he seduces me 

to go deeper inside. 

The hours are gone,

The moments in constant change.

Yesterday, tomorrow even now,

all troubles are veils over my eyes.
It is all a play, 

No one sees the faceless director,

Here, is just a place

No where we can hide from cycle of change.

Love is the easiest of the games,

I played it serious, controlling, seeking an end,

Ha ha ha,

Today, I play it silently with a lot of sense of humor, presence and fluid personality.

True Love found my heart

And I lost my mind, 

After that is easy,

Wipe my memories, every night after brushing!
Moments are castles build in sky,

Rooms full of everything, and nothing stays in the same place.

That is the magic of sky of flow, of not knowing

If there is a tomorrow, if wind comes, or a crazy hunter aims to kill the birds of sky.
It is all untrue, our stories and fears. It is a happening, always here, always out of our control. We can only control our responds.
I learnt to slow down and hear perhaps more and different than I see.

When what cause us feel and act is outside, we are not free, we are only touched by surface of this happening, the true happening rise from inside, breathe into it, and you feel the energy, the difference in your feeling and doing.

Isn’t it the time to end mental violence, and give the space to something beautiful, sincere, loving…

Feelings are all we ever know as our home, here, in body. Feel good, feel childlike, feel the innocence even in the face of storm, your feelings are your home.

Keep it grounded, cared for. This the true lover! This homecoming.
Serena Devi

Into the light

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Sometimes when there is no way out, you must go in. To the centre of heart gravity, where clarity sees and speaks. On your way in, you might face darkness, pain, fear and rage, keep go on, observe, feel and pass.
You will know, when your breathing changes, the path within is no longer narrow and dark, you no longer afraid of your own thoughts and feelings. You hear the movement of life in your human’s vein, you feel the gentle touch of intimacy with all parts of You. Tears might fall, aches might squeeze your being, and yet the breeze of homecoming presses her lips on thirsty skin of your existence.
Ah, you are meeting deeper, hidden parts of yourself, this ache is love, this ache is freedom offering healing to your wounded, unloved, disfigured parts.
Stay there, in centre of chaos and noise, in centre of serenity and acceptance. Stay with totality of all experiences.
You die over and over, you reborn again and again.
One day, one moment open up to complete surrender to Life.
You die and disappear,  silence transforms  every drop of consciousness in hollow of your disappearance into the  light, into God.

Serena Devi