Let’s die

Let’s die to all small and big emotions of unsafety, loneliness, hurt and betrayal, failure and suffering.
There is no one’s fault, no image, no thought, no moment rises without being allowed, consciously or unconsciously by you.
Someone wants to wake up, it feels hard to sit still, accept and let silence nurture the exhausted self, the undeveloped and unloved parts of you. The desire for surrendering rise from your womb, the ache and longing for softness and receptivity, through time and space.

Who are you, within web of my body, are you Soul? Personality, a drop of a water from ocean of consciousness, all the undissolved parts waiting for alchemy process, to turn into love!! Who are you?
I call you, to come and sit with me, with gentleness of sky and patience of trees. Your presence is all I need, to find the strength to stand as whole in this unbearable pain and not runaway, not hide, not blame, just die in my own loving embrace and witness how the crack in my heart widens, moment by moment for the light to open up and show me the secret pathway to lifetimes patterns of self-sabotage and manipulation, fear of being authentic.
Sorrow is part of our breathing, it carves inside out, the passage for the flow of acceptance, self nourishing and love.

Let’ die to all stories of control and success,
To all false senses of security, belonging and power.
I want to die and at the same time give life to this intense feelings of discomfort, wow and wonder and extremely painful of maturity in my human form. When, moment by moment, waves take me from joy and playfulness, to disconnect and pressure, just to open a new gate and invite a deeper relation with all parts, as Who I AM.
Perhaps it is my last hope, or my first authentic act to retrieve all parts of my soul, in the present without fear of rejection and disapproval. It worth dying…Isn’t death also a beginning?
The deeper I look into the mirror of the world, the deeper I must travel to underworld of my feelings, meet the shadow and unloved and even lost parts of my soul. Some, I must bury with love and care, with patience and compassion, some, I have to sit, months, even years, for the invite… just to enter, just to accept, to open and allow healing… for self love to grow.
Can I ever travel beyond my stories? Some sounds like an old gramophone, pausing, rewinding on its own….I am tired of repetition of the sorrow stories, the abandon child and the hermit path.
Can I finally admit, surrender to life as it comes, let flow truly moves me forward. Can I enter this moment, virgin, no sense of good or bad, no need or desire to do or not to do.
Let’s die and open up to more love, fall into unknown and even when it feels my skin is burning and I can’t stand one more minute in front of the heat of transformation and illumination, lets stay still, while parts of me dying that no longer serving my growth.
Let die and accept this human experience as without this body, I could never know, how beautiful I can be, how hard the ground of life feels and how amazing standing up is. How much more I can delve in, to be more truthful, humble and sensitive to all.
Let die and accept the agony of lessons and changes and embrace the magical ecstatic moments of ecstasy, when everything becomes one, and feels I never left home.
Today, I crossed a deadly desert, still feel hot, confused, vulnerable, nowhere to hide, rest or wait for the next day. So, come and hold my hands, my light, my shadow, my ache in the chest, my forever lover, my breath of longing, come and stay with me, until I die completely, turn to ashes one more time, hopefully one last time, to lose all I have to lose. To become a place free of time and space,
For love to happens, over and over,
On blade of grass, on the edge of moon’s lips on skin of night,
In face of strangers, and silent imitation of birds,
Come and end me
To reborn out of my new heart
Into a boundless echo of Now.
Now or never,
I promise you,
our forever no ending love affair in Now.

Serena Devi

I am content

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Wave after wave
Love wants to fly above fulfilled flowers
Blossom and praise.
Life is no accident
Those silent companions of night
Binding her destiny intimately with roots of earth.

Humans, in their noisy passion
Made her to forget her sweet songs
Instead words covered her innocent skin
Savage lusty desires nailed her soft lips.
The shadow was crossing
While the sun was captured in verses of uncertainty.

Love is simple when ripen within,
a sweet mysterious danger
is forced wide open
so far from your reach;
could it be God’s breathing?!

Humans are good with words
But the unborn happiness; the sonnets of Love
In her passionate music of sexuality
Only echoes in silence
Between the roots of two willow trees.

The magic of wind
The forgotten names of ancient paths
The intimate hour between feelings of two strangers
In sweat and ecstasy to become one;
on the edge of the two worlds,
weave upon weave
love is reborn.
All heaven’s grapes ripened
On the golden branches of sensuality of touch
In exhaustible wine of joy
Pouring out of the beloved’s vein.

I am content;
Like a Sun
Like a silky road to heart of life
When love flies over the breath of earth
The shadow falls and shatters
Into hundred seeds of ripe fruits
On my human mortal month.

No image of mind rests in forever;
Only the taste of love’s lips
worth waiting for till eternity.

There is a gentle heart,
Looking inward, without noticing others,
Surrendering to that faceless voice, sensual touch of unknown;
Immortal and infinite.
As her last human tears fall soundless
on the feet of Universe,
new paths open up.

Life is no accident;
When my human eyes are closing
And my vulnerable heart moves forward;
Love and I
Merge in a silver river
a passionate juicy song
built from piles of white dreams;
grounding kindly, tenderly, in here.

Wood, water, wind
Lying nude under the heat of love,
Gazing into blue sky,
Humming;
I am Earth
and
the evening song
of Gods.
I am content.

© Serena Devi, January 2014

Two hearts

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Breaks, it breaks,
the song of a caged bird
inside the forgotten breeze
it breaks the silence; when the anticipation of my heart
runs down the narrow path of discovery,
and my feeling weave a net of “don’t touch me”
around my breathing.
Then, I know,
all the new things come into life, fertile of free moments
to soften my edges of humanness, to make a perfect round shape of my breasts,
to take away the clips from my wings,
to let my throat rests is cool watery taste of melon and honey
when longing disappears, in tender touch and embracement of my soul
sunbathing with tides and emerging with waves of light,
when everything circles around my eyes, and my feverish body bends, to not break.
To stay alone and get used to solitude, where all dreams are squeezed
Into a bitter but heathy smoothie of Consciousness.
In hope, my existence goes beyond sway of curtains,
while my smiley face slaps over destiny waves,
and my heart, peels her skin of duality, in tears and sometimes even joy.

It breaks, soul maturity breaks my imagiery walls, fears of let go …
to sing like a siren and dance like a butterfly,
to be and make love as a passionate woman with every sacred things of life.
to drop gently on skin of Earth, like a snowflakes
to rest peacefully, like red tulips on the edge of grass,
to hold still, like a warm embrace of sun,
to let go, like a sweet song of a hummingbird,
to rise joyful, like lovers from one bed,
to accept who I Am, with no condition or limitation.
To love with two hearts, one for myself and the other for another me,
To let everything finds its own level, like a stream of a river, joining a sea.

To caress everything, with sacred tears or a gentle touch,
To have faith the journey of the ripen grapes,
To take a delight from shade of two lovers, hand in hand.

To know oneself is freedom,
to love another heart is an eternal dream,
It’s silence breaks.

Serena Devi, 19th July 2014

A Mouthful bite

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In one mouthful bite
Oranges, wild berries and apples
With hint of cinnamon and chili.
I sense the crossing over heart-roaded
Where my life forced wide open
By the voice inside.

I sing my desires into simple poems,
Falling from ancient walls of feelings
Floating out into forever space of possibilities,
Surrendering to sweet and sour
tastes of their unknown future.
New frontiers merging
When inner weeping arises and blossoms
Into infinite beauty of a sincere heart
Going through seasons of life
Sometimes a joyful swim in stream of changes
Others, a long gaze beyond the hours of pain,
The unsettled and unclear duration of waiting;
The seed of happening,
Is there any end?!

Grief takes us, bite by bite
In fragile journey against
whirlpools and storms.
Can we spare any feelings, thoughts or values?
The double edge of soul, sharp and deadly like a new forged blade
Against all untrue,
still, silent and powerful.
I stand alone, in here
Between past and future,
In a single wave motion, free to breakaway
And full of holy desire to return;
Rest peacefully under a shade giving tree of earth,
Or fly above all roots and mountains,
Closer to home of stars and magical butterflies.

After a long dark longing,
The hummingbird innocent voice
is filled with silence and light.
What do we take to future, when every bit of life is holly?!

The taste; a tapping,
a scent of wood
A faint hum from distance,
A warm night, a sweet drink
And the boy who taught the lips the mystery of a kiss,
Thousand years ago and still….

I know the taste of life,
Fling with winds, intimacy with water,
Dance with cherries and write on summer leafs
The constant struggle between sweetness and bitterness
Of each bite. At the end
To find a way through against all differences
To sweetness of your own; the mystery,
the genius and the adventure of being who you are.
To walk humble and silent
To relate with all,
Dance as a dream
and blossoms
In what forever remains
On one mouthful bite of life.

© Serena Devi, April 2014