i meander through the field in the misty coolness of spring,
in the flowering, green, birdsong morning of a new day.
everything is rising up to worship the sun: the mist, trees, birds,
flowers, the very air, my heart, all reaching toward the sun.
all rises up to You, Shiva, who touches as the sun with
warm light rays on chill skin & blesses with down-rushing sweet love.
it is forever You behind another's face, closer than
my own heartbeat & deeper, more dear. i celebrate You
as i meander through the field in the misty spring coolness.
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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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A great poem and warm respect for your sadhna and devotion
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thank you for the kind words!🙏🏼🕉🙏🏼
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