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SACRED MARRIAGE by Jennieke Janaki

This poem expresses for me what Marriage really means to me…

After two divorces I think I finally learned about the real symbolic meaning behind true marriage.
The author modeling in 1991

When I was younger, I had the privilege to travel the world as a successful model. But all I really wanted was to find real love. I always remember how I canceled modeling jobs because of choosing love instead of money, in my search for my perfect match. I would feel like it was happening and then I had to let it go.

Through these brake-ups I was forced to create a bond, in my times of being alone at home, with something Higher than me: An unseen force, which is always with me.  

And I learned to relax, because I no longer felt alone. I found real peace and that I could be joyful all by myself!

This bond with the unseen, god, creator, divine, light, light-force, truth inspired me to write about it and share it with other women. I long to uplift others and remind them of this empowering experience of being at peace alone with oneself. Not needy, but free and fulfilled. I believe that this is the best place to start for a Physical Marriage to take place. One from which real Love will blossom.

Sacred Marriage

I married you secretly
Sacred forever
As long as I hold your hand
Nobody will have to know
Everyone will feel
The light of love showing its true blissful face
Well hidden in our core
A diamond so pure
Transcending through devotional love
Your Light and my Light dance together
Two powerful snakes intertwining upwards
As time dissolves
In spontaneous Samadhi
Fully aware in the eternal empty space
Totally Ecstatic.

~
(This poem is from the author's book 'Divine Sweetness: Love Aspirations' found here)
The author in meditation
Jennieke Janaki was born in the Netherlands. She traveled the world as a model from 1984 - 1996. Jennieke took her first yoga class in 1989 in the Munich Sivananda Ashram. She recalls this experience as " a final homecoming". She founded Sharanam Yoga in 2006: an Integral Sivananda Yoga to balance, purify and heal. Its mission is "Healing through Surrender". She liked to write poems as a child and felt the urge to express her feelings again around 2005, which resulted in the publication of "Divine Sweetness". This poetry book is an expression of her seeking lasting love in the becoming One. In this book , Jennieke shares her intimate photographs, poems, and watercolor drawings, which she made during her travels as a model, yogini, and mother. Currently she lives happily with her two daughters, Cloe and Serena , in Miami Beach. Sharing her love for yoga , spiritual enlightenment through the classes she teaches with Adults and Kids. She truly feels that everyday is an opportunity to realize oneself and enjoy oneself on the path of finding the sanctuary within, where peace and joy are waiting to be experienced: “These Divine Virtues are our Birthright. Join me on the path to Happiness. Namaste, we are One.” You may visit her blog here, or connect with her on Facebook. 

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