this very moment the hatchling finally cracks the egg-shell open, tumbling forth, naked, wobbly & damp, heartbeat sounding, breath whispering in, out, pulling "now" in, pushing out all that came before, repeating. this very moment the shy nestling gawks over the rim of the nest, body throbbing with her hunger, innocent eyes & mouth open wide. this very moment the brave fledgling dares to test her new wings in flight & plunges falling into the wind, which holds & lifts her high & free. I am Your fledgling, Shiva, urged from within to stretch my wings & fly, soaring with You beside me, ascending this very moment, right now!
i see the plump dark springtime clouds rolling over the near horizon, rushing on their fingers of rain. this is You, frolicking in the sky, Shiva! You weave Yourself through my hair in Your guise as the gusting wind. ravens soar in circles above, rejoicing in Your divine presence. i also soar in my own way, through intuition & heart & eyes, delighting in the moist richness of wind & rain & Shiva my love, in these exciting springtime energies rising up & raining down. tender roots descend into primal wild earth, drinking hidden nurture, abiding dusky deep & sweet within, urging tree & grain to green. Shiva, You enter me as well, intimate as rain upon the earth, softening the hard & brittle, increasing the receptive & moist. You coax the yearning sprout from the seed, leaving all the tough husks behind as testament to limitations transformed through Your grace, & released.
the world encompasses us like a glove, holding us in place, making sure we know the moves & all the proper things to say. Shiva says this is the embrace of a protective cocoon designed to split open when we expand to fill it too tight. it is meant as an interlude in a long cosmic journey, & these words are but the quick flickers of one with wings in flight.
i see them draw together, i observe them pull apart: the sun & moon in a space embrace, joining holy hearts. flaming embers fall to earth, descend from the cloudless sky, hinting at the mystery that the soul will not deny. Shiva's dance goes on & on as galactic seasons change. His music calls. i respond as i always do, again. i see us draw together, i observe us pull apart in this sacred dance of life wherein i give You my heart.