an ethereal thread holds all things together.
i see it with my twilight eye, the moon-born sight
of poets observing the lacy connections
that can't be seen in the dominion of bright light.
here in the misty dimness, neither light nor dark,
colors fade to grey, stitched together with silver.
nothing is clearly defined, shifting shapes again
repeating primal patterns traced in solar dust.
we are on the threshold where light & dark can dance.
come to me now, Lord Shiva, & dance me within
this density of substance & form in motion.
take my hand, take my heart, dance me in words & art,
tell me who You really are, tell me who i am,
as we touch the subtle thread joining all the parts,
tracing out blessings that are hidden in the heart.
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Author: swadharma9
i am 82, living in a nursing home and deepening my spiritual life as is appropriate as one ages. i am a student of the Sanatana Dharma and a devotee of Lord Shiva.
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I love this!
the moon-born sight
of poets observing the lacy connections
that can’t be seen in the dominion of bright light.
here in the misty dimness, neither light nor dark,
colors fade to grey, stitched together with silver.
nothing is clearly defined, shifting shapes again
repeating primal patterns traced in solar dust.
I don’t have the words to express how incredible that passage is!!!
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thank you so much, Kristina! i really appreciate your kind feedback🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
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thank you! i appreciate your receptivity and sensitivity as expressed in your own wonderful blog as well! 🙏🏼
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Lovely…my heart softens as I read these words. Beauty, prayer, the Divine in everything opens me as the sun kisses my cheek. Thank you!
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