this peaceful old hippie is also the daughter & wife of career soldiers. thus have i landed here in this military nursing home for old soldiers. it's clear to me from Shiva's teaching that this body & the circumstances of its birth are not who i really am, but is the role that has been given. in outer action due respect is offered, while inwardly it can be seen as karmic duty until awakening. Shiva's hand propels the action. There's no limitation to the inner life, & culture is shed like old skin. outwardly the role is well fulfilled & the long social dance is nearly done. hippie & soldier live side by side when the dust of the battle has settled. ideals, livelihood & bodies are but props in this grand play of maya. yet still i speak of my love for Shiva: He rises in my heart like the sun. my hands lift up in namaste & the warm light of His love pours freely down.