Ascended love: Recent Episodes
Seraphim Joy
Poems, Stories, Satsang for truth seekers, travellers on pilgrimage of heart, consciousness advocate. A dive into labyrinth of heart, eternal love and beauty in union with the creator of all.
A Universal monologue through poetry, writing, satsung, talks about New Earth and Evolution of Consciousness. Where the veil between seen and unseen does not exist, in boundless fields of love, mystery and power of soul. Copy Right ©Serena Devi www.serenadevi.com
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.
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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
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.
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Free copy right Music Purple Planet Music/Eventide
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~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?
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~ 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.
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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.
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Leaving old feels hard, accepting new is even harder.
Your mind is a trickster, stealing the precious time, keep you in distance, never arriving, never leaving.
It is exhausting, the fear of getting it wrong, to be not good enough, or worthy of what life does promise.
You want love, so isn’t the time to make space for it? To drop what is not You anymore, cancel the ticket and not be afraid that it won’t be a way out of here, love is your magic carpet.
Go for falling in love, hit the bottom of your heart, let it cry, let it create, magic is the hidden gem inside. distance is just a measurement between two points.
You do not need spirituality, or therapy to hear your heart. There will be encounters, touches and secret glances filling your vein with joy, life is full of undiscovered senses. Unless you let the moment breaks you, to free you, love never could fly over your hills and meadows.
You don’t need anyone’s approval, to love who you are. Feel the sharp edge of unknown, smell the fragrance of truth, taste the wetness of salty water of your own tears, so many signs, calling you home.
Drop it all, fall from knowing it all, sky and earth will hold you tenderly like a child born out of a flower before the sundown....
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Satsang, “which means ‘association with the highest Truth’, has been taking place in one form or another for as long as people have been gathering together to inquire into their true nature. Whoever is searching for the Truth is engaged in Satsang—the root of the word may be Sanskrit, but the implication is universal.” What you truly are is timeless and formless.
The Self inquiry is a direct way for grace to be recognised, the unchanged one. Satsang process is spontaneous, formless flow of moments, words, silence, journey into dark waters and then sudden moment of freedom, touch of Grace.
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Reading of a poem ( The Braves)
life is your inheritance
A fragile fracture of a sacred movement
Between dust and magic.
The thorny road, the narrow path,
The barefoot sage,
Is humming of your soul,
Falling in love with not knowing
Where Now stands.
Remember,
when ache breaks your chest
And tears blur your vision,
The soft scent of love
Always lead you to home.
Before you arrive here,
Mountains lived in fear,
Eagles were cages in dreams.
You arrived with power of choice,
Without understanding
the colours of sky and rainbows.
You fell into void,
Dark underworld of cobblestones
Monsters and secrets,
You forgot the blanket of love,
The lightness of your spirit,
The magic of your divine lips.
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Music : Lament 2 from purple Planet Music / Free licence
*Sultan-am,
Sun of my day, Peace of my night,
My hidden lover
My Istanbul, my Bosphorus, my one song,
owner of my heart, the day our eyes met,
All deserts of the world became rose gardens.
All birds, became nightingales.
all thorns, petals, fragrances became one breath,
one gaze, between us.
You, my reason of existence,
my eternal ache and joy,
In flames of your embrace
I lost myself more and more.
Breath by breath,
my drop of nothingness disappears
In your magnificent arms.
My ocean, my sky, my emerald crown,
My repeated chant of love,
My mist and snow, my melancholy,
My earth, my heaven.
Full poem could be read here.
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