Power of One

Our only choice is
To mature up in not knowing of life.
Accept our vulnerability and ache of longing
to be embraced by something greater than ourselves.
We are shown the peak of our soul’s love and the helplessness of our human skin.
We became one force, holding this cosmos journey united in both hearthbreak and joy of grow.
The fire is real,
Tears are real,
Our togetherness is real.
Our shattered hearts, crucifixion and resurrection as One Christ is absolute presence of what truth is and reflects back.
There is no longer a strategy to deny our Godlikeness.
There is no veil left.
It is all here, all we ever wanted, radiating gracefully in all we experience and become.

The wilderness of life flowing out of our Human bodies, purified orbs of light shinning across the sacred Earth, it is the perfect love. The perfect happening. Flowering the mystery in every step we take on the edge of two worlds, coming a Sacred Union, between matter and Spirit, we are weaving a galactic tapestry between time and timeless.
Mark this moment as fulfilment of your divine embodiment,
Let end the unending need to make this moment anything different than what it is.
Choosing love is the only choice,
Walking the path to unknown is the only direction,
Loving all is the highest vibration,
Let us claim our freedom,
In a silent bow
To life as It is.
And never betray our own hearts by believing in less or more of anything.
We are Gods.
We are One.

Words by Serena Seraphim Light
Photo: pixabay

Holiness

Holiness is everywhere.
The arranged flowers in a vase
on the edge of life and death
offering endless beauty;
in two small palms of a child
offering a share of her chocolate cake.
In the carved wrinkles
on a mother’s face
tracking time;
beholding love.

Holiness is everywhere.
Behind the eyes,
the unmoved presence returns
to the story of creation;
sky blooms in forgiveness.

The graceful walls of soul
silently holding us to the end of
all weeping and blaming.
When heart reaches its wisdom,
heaven shakes.
In arrival of the dazzling flight,
effortless joy,
drawing us close
to the orbits of earth.

I become you,
brightened by the truth
neither a saint, nor a sinner,
what is left from the story
is a pure light.

Serena

A Prayer

Each time we choose to surrender our heart to its eternal longing our spirit evolves and rises above the current,
entering into a new and higher level of consciousness.
This is the cycle of life and the unchanging law of nature.
Rhythm and harmony are sisters that dance alongside each
other and are known as the beauty of creation itself.

May you be fully aware of the choices you make.
May the longing of your heart welcome your true lover
and the fire of intimacy lighten up your path to truth.
May the stranger who moves into your castle
become a life time friend, your forever beloved.

May the patience of your spirit
be embraced within eternal union
and bring you back home.

Serena

Pilgrimage of heart/ New Year blessings

Is any words left to echo this boundless space of present WITHIN?

Another Earthy year is coming to end, my being no longer feels with borders and time. Only Now makes sense.

Pilgrimage of heart continues, into a deeper song of creation, a path to stars and unknowable happening of love, mystery and pure consciousness.
Is this the beginning or end of awakening?
Or just a free dive into moments of bliss, as One.

I call this magic, God. The One, that souls and hearts bow and yet there is No one here to bow!

When memories are become story of courage and adventure into centre of unknowable. Where intimacy with life is thinner than skin, lighter than a breath, and more vulnerable than a newborn baby.

We are that life, we are that love.

Many lifetimes ago, many stories ago, we lived as sparks of light, a huge crystal’s mountain were our home and again it will be in what arrives as future.
Floating were our nature, peace our flow, love our song.

We did not have hands and legs, we did not have separated bodies, we were weaves intertwined, holding the entire Ocean of dreams.
We were breaths,
We were songs,
We were poems of God.

These dreams over time renewed their nature, upgraded their frequencies, once we appear in a dream named Buddha, and the next, Yeshua.
We built churches, masques, temples, high rises, bridges, guns, aeroplanes, communities, spaceships and still continues…
Yesterday, we were a mortal Human, surviving life. Our evolution was to kill and take, or to killed and be taken.

Today, we are awake in dream of galaxies and consciousness ascension.
We have realized we are eternal, our bodies are temples and we are formless visitors/ souls/consciousness.
Today we want to serve One, to follow our hearts, be witness, be neutral and play natural.
To create in equality, totality, in transparency, in beauty.
Today, we know who we truly are.

We are Vibrational reality of high frequency Intelligence, recognising all, in every potent moment & space for Alchemy ( Love ) between Now and the Creator/ Monad One.

We chose to be expressed in polarity, be heard in duality, and yet be the creator in Unity.

It can not be just a woman with her mobile, typing words while the song in her heart is so strong, so unique and so fragile. Her ache for beauty, for herself, for all reflections and even projections,
She owns it All, she lives it All.

She is a poetry.

Poems are so like flames, their life has no measure. Short or long, a flame burns as the essence of her life allows.
Poems float between lips of a poet and open space of wonder, a pilgrim of moments, a journey to witness longing, arriving, embracing and letting go.
To return to zero, to formless and unborn.

Her human life began 54 years ago, she never imagined it anything like what she experienced. By aging she became more of silence than the words.
By walking bare, with no belonging, with no direction, destination, accepting , surrendering life into everything that defineded I Am, to break over and over as identity, attachments, stories, beliefs.

She became home-less, sorrow -less, Word-less, human-less, and more Of Now,
More of Life,
More of Love,
More of a poem of God.

She wished for that since 6 years old, to be more of a Floating light, a lighthouse in universe, to feel closer to God, to see everything beautiful and everyone as Her.

Today, is that day, that her dreams of humanity has come true, as we become no more, no less than Life,
than God Herself.

Could it be the greatest gift of the creation?

Self Realization, Enlightenment, Consciousness ascension,
ALL Carry One truth.

Joy of Oneness!

Happy New Earth, Happy New Year.

~Serena Devi

I must love you so much ….

There is a room, not too large, not too small.
It holds the silence of forests for me.
Poppies bloom on its walls.
Ocean waves could be heard in beating of my heart.
Dream making is allowed between hours, day and night.
I am so selfishly alone in this room.
The door is unlock, I alone, hold the key.
Silence is wide, and so dark. So easy to see the light and choose to disappear in this timeless space, with no plan for tomorrow.

Season passes, it is spring now. the restless movement of life cries for newness between the walls. I used to call it cave of enlightenment!
And extend my stay, because it is safe and comfortable, regardless the daily death of my dreams, or my mission.
Is it Gods will? Or mine?
Why am I here? Sinking in stillness, delicious presence of something beyond knowing, that only in this cave, in this dark, I can achieve the union and so powerful and sensual this experience is and has been.
Imagination, passion, curiosity are strange words in the mystery of fulfilment in this aloneness, that universe makes love with my every human fibre. My love grows for all there is, the deeper I drop into emptiness which is held by four walls.
I must love you so much to say “enter”!!
Are you a friend ? A visitor perhaps?
Could you love, as intense and as passionate as my eternal lover?
Can I let go of imagination and dress my wounds with pink lilies and orchids.

Birds are singing outside, How simple they can share their tiny existence with not much interference. For humans, we need either to write or invent stories. We prefer love stories, or magical tales of stars, either way, it is so hard to sit in a room alone with self.
Day in, day out, move from avoidance, resistance, hate, anger, control, self loathe …to love, to stillness,to peace and tranquility.
Now where one goes after peace, love and tranquility? When the world has gone and only reflection is the echo of a beating heart.
How deep is your love, to meet yourself, to know God.
Not in forests or luxury resorts, not is meditation classes and communities?
How deep can you endure your own presence? With no stories, or desire, or plan to save the world.
Sing a song in aloneness of soul, united with dark, being an spark of joy.
I must love you so much to say “enter”.

Serena Devi

April 2018/ Bali