Beloved speaks …

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

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