Serena Portal
Heart open truth
bleeding
love
Do you see
it is a gift?
Perhaps
you are gone
already.
It is a gift
whether you see
or not.
My words
my heart
my truth
A gift.
And if you
don’t see it.
I still do.
I give this gift
to myself.
To be raw
vulnerable
real.
It is my gift
of myself
to myself.
I see.
I am.
Apples that taste like flowers
Coffee that tastes like flowers
New friends show up
Old lovers don’t
It’s all brighter, deeper
more intense
more beautiful.
Or maybe I am.
Old ladies in parks
accidentally insulting.
I find out later.
It means nothing.
It’s beautiful.
It’s all richer
deeper
brighter
stronger
more vulnerable
more painful
fresher
clearer
Fresher
Clearer
This is Life.
It’s becoming
More.
There is the consistency of being the same, which does not serve. But there is a consistency of listening to the moment, following your heart, and communicating truth with kindness and integrity. This kind of consistency is extremely important. Although it doesn’t LOOK like consistency to the outer world because it is not SAMENESS.
Sameness can be control and very, very boring. People may think they want it, but it rarely serves in the end. It becomes boring, unfresh, untrue.
All masters are unpredictable because they follow the consistency of the heart and serving the moment. This is ever fresh and yet still infinitely trustworthy.
Sleep beckons
I resist
This air is so soft
This moment so quiet
I breathe the love
Of everything around me
Every other news report is
False
Only the song which says
I love every atom of your being
Is true
Sing that.
I lie down
In the grass
Allowing
The motherfather
To take me
Shake me
Break me
Make me
I belong to my own blood
And my seed
And beyond that
Only motherfather
Can claim me
Only the motherfather
Can claim me
From this earth
I am all
I want to be
Intoxicated
By the breath of summer
Knowing the full moon
Adores me
I dance before you
Just out of reach
Can you catch me?
Can you keep up?
Perhaps
Miracles do occur.