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SHARED LOVE by Jennieke Janaki

Recently, I had to let go of a person whom I really love and care about…

The pain I felt because of it, and my asking for guidance to get through the days that followed, moved me to write this poem.

As I have always yearned for a relationship that lasts forever, and as this wish has not yet become my destiny, I have realized that the foreverness is in the shared moments of love. These loving moments are forever. The love that we shared is forever a part of me.

Realizing this I am learning to go with the flow of life, and trust in the road before me no matter what it holds. I feel less fear in the unknown as I feel Peace in the arms of the Divine cradling me always. I also don't feel the urge to control, and try to force doors to open, which aren't ready to open. Instead I focus on how we are One. Namaste.
Artwork by Vicente Romero Redondo
Shared Love
by Jennieke Janaki

Love that Is
Shared
Forever
Heart opening
A precious lasting joyful moment
Our innate connection
Deeply felt
Blissful Existing
We remember
It flowers unconditionally
Beyond reasonable logic
Connected
Blessed and grateful
An opportunity to lose our little self
Open for Spiritual Realization
Though Vulnerable
Lost
Painful when gone
Left with an empty feeling
I Know, I Feel
You forever with me
Shared Love
Together as One
The Divine bandage
Our Medicine
In Foreverness
Never alone
Cradled in the arms of sacred Love
Protected
Safe
At Home
In Immortal Peace.
~

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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  1. Beautiful poem, Jennieke, though I am sorry for your loss :(

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