Poetry is land of a bare heart. I am returning to true home of joy and delight.
~New Poem
Beside my beloved I lay,
naked and soft.
Gentle sound of my wanting
Echoes in songs of morning sparrows,
My true love glides inside
My feminine womb.
A red rose rising
Between green forests of Earth.
God of my heart,
Speaks in language of silence.
Yet, I hear every words
In light and magic of love.
I am here as who I am.
Kissed by lips of sun,
Washed with rose water
And scent of lavender.
I am here, not of the body,
But of purest joy of life.
Love flows in all direction
And Delight centers in my womb.
What else is left
To speak of in words,
Gaze into my eyes and feel the smile of
Fulfilment on lips of my rose.
This is orgasm of encountering my soul beyond
Time and form.
Ah, let heart plays more of secret notes
Of love, inside my body
God is born.
I am flying without wings
Into Sun
Into Eye of One.
My planet is Love,
My Beloved might One
I adore and Serve
with my entire heart, body and soul.
Seraphim, I Am.
The Burning One,
Light bearer from Sirius and beyond.
Come, my children of light,
My soul tribe,
We are here
In presence of the Glorious One.
Seraphim Joie
The Soul Whisperer 