Music of heart

Life is the divine rainbow, full of details, colours and infinite possibilites unfolding in present.

Be the Master designer of your destiny, Listen to Music of your heart.

Sacred Union

Inside the space
Heart grows dreams of unity.

The longing for embrace of the beloved
has come to fruitfulness of present.

The sacred union of flesh,
Is the marriage between spirit and matter,
Man and woman,
Yin and yang.

Inside me, universe is merging,
And your brown eyes inviting
Years of seeking into one moment,
One heart, one soul, two bodies
Bowing gracefully in front of each other,
Becoming the Beloved.

Is it possible,
The land of Gods
Has become my eternal paradise
Beside you, in bed of orchids,
Softness of music, magic of dragonflies,
And tears of joy
Resting in your arms.

My heart relaxing in God
More and more.
And you move into body of my feminine
Our song of love
Echos in galaxies
In shine of stars
And silent worship of one.
My beloved,
Gaia is our home for now,
Playfully I touch the string of your heart,
As your waves caresses my soft skin,
I surrender
to our love devotedly.

Our dance together
is cherry blossoms of sky,
Waterfalls of light.
Your lips on mine,
Ah, the nectar of true love,
Ecstasy of our flesh,
Endless rapidly force of creation.

I Am You,
You are I,
No more words,
Just the beauty way of Heart.

Serena Devi
April 21, Ubud

Dream of world

In the dream of world
where you no longer recongise the other;
He, who is so quiet inside your heart; pours himself out like a rainbow,
Colorful, warm and loving.

She, who is vast and soft receives his music,
leads him enchanted into the bath of light.
The glorious space between two flames of one
Opens like a valley of lilies, into mystery of love.
She waited so patiently, walking out of the silence,
purely enters the hours of innocence touch.
He was longing, long ago, for her to come and embraces the solitary man,
away for separation and sorrow;
New beating inside the breath of time.

When the beloved appears, the lover astonished and speechless
Recognise the magnificent beauty within his own heart.
All things rest peacefully
Inside the eternal stream of the truth.

We rearrange the outline of our lives;
Where images of happiness lingers on sharp edge of mind;
Hopelessly trying so hard to achieve some trophy,
some kind of ending; out of suffering.

Everything is here, in love;
Inside the silent songs of our hearts.
The man, I love,
The woman, I am.

Touch her skin, her shoulder, her wanting lips;
See the hunger in his eyes, feel his heart
the love beyond doings of the world.
A long intimate experience of your humanness and touch of your soul.
The unsayable parts of your journey, from earth to stars;
When your beloved arrives, everything turns into lessons and growth
Every touch on bare skin of knowing;
Keep moving you closer and closer to center of love;
Inside the mirror of your feelings,
The double world;
The man, you love,
The woman you are;
Turn each other’s body into a perfect celebration of life.
The ending of human, the beginning of Soul;
Hesitate no more,
The truth lies within your heart;
The beloved, the lover;
both reside in you.

~ Serena Devi ~
AUGUST 2013

I am…

My beloved,
When am I coming back home?

Amused with my childish question,
He laughed and replied,
“you are already there.”
I said, “how could I be,
Where is your beloved face?”

He said,
Take a look around,
I am the sunshine in your hair,
I am the moon lighten your night,
I am the air you breath,,
I am the ground under your feet,
I am the rain drops on your face,
I am the wind caressing your flesh.

I am the ache in your heart,
The longing in your prayers,
I am the silence you belong,
I am the invisible one.

Could you feel the love,
We share in place of your heart,
Could you feel my fingertips,
Playful with curl of your hair,
Bringing you closer to my breath of love.

Could you feel my presence,
When you rest in my arms,
And know you are safe.

Could you feel my kisses,
When you stare in empty space,
And call my name.

Could you hear your heart beating,
When love consumes your flesh,
And pain takes you to valley of loneliness,
When dark night standing naked
laughing at your vulnerabilities,
Forcing you to surrender
To its shadow.
When my graceful sky comes
to rescue you
With his white swans.

When you are tired
After a long struggle
With fearful demons,
You return to my arms.
When I hold you,
In warmth of my love and passion,
And whisper to you,
You are at home.

When you reach and hold my hands,
And consumed silently
In flames of our love.

You know,
You are already at home.
And I will be with you till the end.

© Serena Devi, April 2010, somewhere on planet Earth

A Choice

One of my old poems…

~ A Choice

I saw my tomorrows
Hundred years ago,
In a serious play of chess
Between two old wise willows.

Then and there,
I knew,
Something must change.
I have a choice to make.
Freedom sat next to me,
In silence, all night.
Painted in colours,
All choices on my travel road ahead.

First I saw her face,
Then arrived her mesmerizing fragrance,
Just before joy of her presence.

I didn’t hesitate,
When I was asked,” are you longing for my lips?”
I throw all cautious in the mad wind,
With no intention to claim it back.

Joined her tempting flames,
Drifted away and lied next to her
On white sheets of her embrace,
covered with red roses in her hands.

Her thorns scratched my skin,
With each move and turn,
Blood flow from my invisible wounds,
But I felt like a king.

It arrived, so sudden,
when I least expected it.
Oh, sweet love,
Are you really here?

In reply, she pushed her nails deeper in my skin,
Reached to my heart,
Wrapped her chain all around it,
At last ,we were together,
The one joy,
The one breath.

I knew, the choice is made.
I am on the path with no return.

Past is full of the half way paths,
The ones that we could always change our plans,
Or forget about responsibilities,
Or blame others for our mistakes.
Path of love in not one of them,

With her,
No life and death make sense.
Love binds one’s heart,
To dream of immortality
Beyond any minds grasp.

Tell me,
what path is your choice,
Years of struggle
Or a lifetime of delight?!

© Serena Devi, Jan 2010, Thornhill Canada