September is the month of reconnection with heart… may these words lighten yours, in union with the Creator of all.
Ah my handsome lover,
No one plays the strings of my heart
So magically, like you do.
I wish all hearts knew you
As I do!
The disappeared one in your silent beauty.
“Since Centuries ago,
We have listened to all talks, some small and some big,
Some carry wisdoms, some echo of a hallow drum!
We, the elders of earth, walked in dark corners.
Faced monsters, shadow and battlefields of truth seeking.
Where no one volunteers to cross the thorn paths of awakening,
In search of divine rose garden.
Daggers and knives cut through our human flesh,
wounds of betrayal, abandonment, cruelty, tyranny, became our reality.
Brainwashed and seduced by manufactured brands
of religion, spirituality, even collective ascension
all made and bottled remedies, labelled and infused
by untrue mortal kings, queens, and queers.
We lost our innocence.
The injection of untrue in veins of our hearts
Brought collective insomnia,
Hypnotised by talk shows, broadcasts, performers, icons, and leaders.
In the heart of God, something cried out… just a tone, a syllable,
an intention born.
It was the moment, in recreation of earth energy hologram,
something insignificant seeded, a desire for new possibilities,
in time it grew into a Coral tree with bolt of lightning.
While most human avatars were grouping to appear
unified in the illusion of the world
Few others saw a magical lightening coming to earth.
A path opened, leading to a hidden gate,
A small child was playing hide and seek
with the rainbow and colourful butterflies
in front of the door.
The heart pilgrim ended there,
In her silent gaze
While her soft fingers gifted us, a rose bud.
We, the elders of earth,
Fall into boundless of love,
Touched by magic from beyond.
We lost ourselves as we knew,
Our hearts expanded into a spinning sun,
Tears of consciousness ocean,
Our diamond blood.
Our bodies, empty of knowing,
an open road linked to Milky way.
Head, seeing all, in vision of heaven
Feet, rooted in soil of earth.
Ah, my handsome lover,
Your Silver moon bended in joyful dance
to reach the sun in our hearts,
stars with their giggle and laughter,
made a sparkling tent above,
while everything pulsing and breathing on earth
joined the music
the song of glorified union
in dream of one, awake.
Hand in hand
With golden child of heaven,
Daisy in her hair and smile
Pure and powerful
That could re- birth the innocence.
A wind blowed,
accompanied with six wing bearers’ creatures,
Lighter than white,
Circled around the child.
With her last smile,
A miracle took place,
All buds bloomed at the same time,
in our palms.
Before we understand,
The wing bearers ’were disappeared,
so was she?!
We, the elders of earth, never returned to the world,
To our known life.
Although our bodies still on earth,
Our lives transcended into the bloomed roses,
We became the Mother of NewEarth.
Birthing Heaven on earth.”
Ah my handsome lover,
It is just a riddle, not even a poem!
An excuse for my mad heart
To remember our encounter,
In knowing, that I know Nothing.
All wisdoms of your creation
In a simple rose.
Words by Serena Devi