the mirror is covered with dust & age is devouring the mind. my heart hungers for Lord Shiva; He shines like a sunrise to me. i open in His warm sweet light like rose petals from the tight bud. He is first & middle & last, the only focus that matters as the body nibbles at time. leaving the mirror behind me, i return the dust to the earth & face into the mystery as i hear His song calling me. He comes, He comes, my Lord Shiva! He is radiant with blessing! He sings me home, my heart is His. i cling to Him, my timeless Friend to whom i am betrothed: my Love!