Poetry in momentary dance in Now

Let it be, the moments of unknown and anticipation of arriving of New. There is no outline for mystery and magic of present. Present feels like nothing else. It is a song never heard before. It is a dance between innocence and birth of wonder. Always open to receive, always empty and potent for new melodies to be heard and spread over like a fairy dust cover the belly of aliveness. Awakening is a flow of life, fully aware and yet not defined. There is a balance in the flow and stillness. There is a gateway that carries the dream of the dreamer into forms. Human bodies are designed to be portals and gateways, where hidden chambers can be discovered, gifts of the witness walking tenderly on ground of now, the ache of humming hearts unlock timelines and suddenly appears the open gates of Nirvana. Full text on www.serenadevi.com/Blog 

In the corner of garden A silent flower Dances with wind, mantra of ” Thank you”. Soft touch of grace On rim of dreams. The beloved face Untouched, Just close enough Intimate enough With fingertips of my heart. Unsatisfied eternal hunger for self Meeting Self, What a beauty This mystery is. Moments of recognition No objective, no identity, No border, no understanding. Alive, breathing in and out, Freedom To live,to be me. Read the Full poem here. All right to Seraphim Joy

A prose in Now moments of life... Words and Narrative: Serena Devi  www.serenadevi.com

Poetry of Divine love, full poem on www.srenadevi.com

I travel with my heart, over all bumps and curves of learning and growth, I feel the warm breeze of a new life touching my skin softly. I have travelled deserts, forests and high mountains, those silent cry of farewells, let go of what I loved so close. Now, my suitcase is packed light for the easiest journey of my life; where I can breathe in ease and peace where I can spread my wings of love write and sing poetry, dance and serve lovers of God. ...full reading www.serenadevi.com/blog words Copy right Serena Devi Free copy right Music Purple Planet Music/Eventide  www

~Note to Self Ah love, circling in my heart See valleys and high peak mountains, Eagles with open wings, Willow trees still in winds. Ah love, My pain, my cure, My goings, My comings. My words, my silence. My eternal flame Burn me, burn me All travels are ending In this final whirl. Mirror, mirror What do I want from the world? Full reading on www.serenadevi.com

~ Earth, the holy fire ~ This Earth is my wilderness; love her seasons, her songs. How much she reminds me to not give up on my dreams. I love her daily prayers; the cricket song after the rain, the chanting winds around MT Shasta. I love her graceful openness, her daring silent before storms. She held me still, loved and nurtured. This Earth is my most celebrated part, we lay together in mud and reach as one to blue sky. The hunting beauty of forests and joy of my free steps on her welcoming stones. Between our silence and eras of sufferings, we became sisters. We became one Body. I love her for conceiving the mystery of her existence in curve of hidden meadows and high mountains. This Earth is my breath, together we are invincible. Together we dance free beyond any gravity, pure adoration of life. This Earth is holy fire of my white bones, And I Am her morning strength. .... Copy Right to Serena Devi www.serenadevi.com

From poetry book ~Eternal Love ~By Serena Devi  Available on Amazon ans Majoy bookstores  ~ In deep green forests ~ Among the hills and valleys in deepest green forests my small world grows. One day lilies, the next wild poppies bloom. Don’t ask me what season I come with or what kind of air I bring. Breathe with me and meet me with open eyes, in the deepest green forests listen, to what echoes in my unsaid words. Move into my shadow throw away your map and mala, who cares how many times you went to church, or kissed the cold solid ground. For where you want to come, you need to grow unbreakable wings. Before the secret reveals her face; you need a vision of the shields you have left behind, and a dream of dancing flowers under the purple tent of rain. ....

Happiness An empty space Between two hearts A distance Between two lips To explore The journey of a kiss. Happiness weightless clouds Shy morning rain Opens the gates To a white day fertile of new hymns. https://serenadevi.com/2020/05/10/happiness-2/