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.