This morning
From a distance, a small star
Called out all mountains of the earth,
to move aside.
Ocean always return to the shore,
the golden milk of paradise
pours into emptiness of earth veins.
Vast infinity of surrendering
Intimate stillness in embrace of God.
Ah, the invisible circle, love, playing her lyrics.
A tender presence of a line
Soften between emptiness and her song.
Heart longs to fell into the circle of love.
As all mountains of the earth moved willingly aside
Their longing shapes the crystalline frame
around emptiness
while longing beats the drum and hums.
Come, come,
the ocean of beauty, the source of joy,
O lord of love, come.
We are awake now,
United like night and day, sun and moon,
Completed like a not written poem.
The pilgrimage is breathing,
Eternal longing carved on patient limestones
Images of angels with wings, wizards with wands.
In far away forests, close to horizons of paradise,
We grow limitless Hope trees.
The voice of wild ducks
Echoes our thirsts
For unity
Over the alchemy lake of timelessness.
Come to illumination feast,
As the dreamer keepers birthing
the New World,
the celestial warriors
pale white hair rays of seraphs
fly into charm of this spring
carry the freedom codes
in dance over the ocean of infinity
seeding the New Earth Civilization.
Near, so near
The sound of water flow,
the river of golden milk
The nectar,
the juice of awakening
Inhabitant of freedom and grace.
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how could a heart hold such a knowing!
For whom is this life?
The eagerness of mountains
approaching my silence.
I am destroyed,
Wake up, wake up
He comes, He comes.
I am destroyed,
In the circle of love.
From a distance, a small star
Called out all mountains of the earth,
to move aside.
He comes, he comes.
Serena Devi
Istanbul March 2021
The Soul Whisperer 