this dream so grips us that we do not see we are insubstantial wisps of smoke & bone, blurred reflections in a dusty mirror. ah, the beauty of the shifting colors, the subtle hint of light & shadow glimpsed beyond the swift moving montage of form! this dream of maya invokes the senses with the bright promise of fulfilled desire. here, rainbows are mystic stringed instruments in the hands of the heavenly devas. ah! the beauty of the shifting colors, swirling in that sweet varied melody! the dream glows before us enticingly, enchanting in this lengthy human sleep. yet i do awaken from the dream's spell resuming my firm stance, cleaving to You in sincere sadhana & devotion far beyond the dream's enticing allure, to blend my heart & mind with You, Shiva. again i persevere in Your service as i have vowed, & so i do remain. i will stand steadfast with You, dear Shiva, upon the skyclad heights of Mount Kailash.