by Sebbe Lorand & Serena Grey
She is a flower of Mother Earth
gently starting to blossom
laying still in the grass
confused. In pain.
she believes her end is near-
only to stand up,
blossoming into the flower she grew to be.
The Mirror Gateway that we see in each other
like spirits connecting on a deeper consciousness,
exploring the other’s spirituality like we do,
grasping its own depth of clarity- of soul and beauty
seen unearthly and fragile-
gentle in every touch, you emotionally feel comfortable beyond your comprehension of the mind’s grasp on the soul
Our Cloud, our World
Our creations written and painted
Amongst the other clouds of artists, our cloud carries us away
away from a deprived civilisation
We are ever growing in our hearts and minds
We are ever growing in our Art
Carried by the energies, we shine from our chakras
We get pushed up higher and higher
than ever before.
This poem was written by both of us as we were talking together at twilight~
Fall of the evening
The shimmers of light
Last ones before the dark of the night rolls in
The shadows are gathering to welcome in the night
The rays that warmed our soul gently give way
The last breath of the evening breeze caresses the sun as it disappears
To lead the moon into her spotlight
The last calls of the hedge and forest creatures echo
Through the expectant thinning light.
Maybe our brains won’t be able to grasp,
but my heart can feel it
to the depths of its core.
Maybe our brain is incapable,
but our soul can handle true depths
in essence of the reality
we never fully understand-
knowing we unwillingly already do
Our souls know their truths
Souls don’t use the language of words.
~by Sebbe Lorand July 2018
‘τα παντα ρεουν, τιποτα παραμενει ακινητο’
everything flows, nothing stays still
The infinite above me,
The multi-layered expanse of nothing & everything- does not scare me
Because I am you and you are me.
We are born of stardust
and rooted beneath the haven of Earth Mother Gaia’s soil-
There is no death-
only constant rebirth.
~Serena July 2018
I take all my free time I’m away from you and put it in a jar
Giving it to you
So you can have all my free time.
I make every working moment free
Liberate any second I can spend time with you
Because you matter so much.
Make any moment matter to you
And still keep adding little jars with any free moment I have away from you
For you to open every time you miss me a little
For you to savour every moment
We can’t be as one.
~Sebbe (June 2018)
Superficial beauty, wearing a mask
hiding so much insecurity
roaming-only looking for destruction
trying so hard to break down the inner beauty
they see in others
the faker the better for them
that way they don’t have to show
how ugly they really are.