circling

the curve of the bird's wings as it circles high overhead
is spelling out Your name, the one i enfold in my heart.
i circle with the bird around You, Shiva, around You.
You abide in me, deep inside in my secret heart-cave
at the center of the circle, the hidden cave within.

the circling embraces this central space, the holy place
wherein we meet & join & then begin again anew.
this disclosure spills out from the spiraling bird's wingtips
to fall into my heart & to grow into this sharing:
You abide in me, deep inside in my secret heart-cave.
we are not two for we are but one, with circling echoes.

like a great bird

i am like a great bird spreading wide wings open full,
swiftly lifting up into the eager energy
of the new morning sky, aiming at the brightest light.
like an arrow tunneling through the air to the sun
is the pull of my heart to the fire of Your presence.
there is no other for me, Shiva. my heart is Yours.

compelled by love, like a fragment of pure forged iron
to a magnet, i move toward that which calls to me.
i rush to respond & embrace my deep destiny.

it feels like coming home after a lengthy journey,
like losing who i thought i was, finding who i am.
as the old ties are tearing apart, falling away,
i rise like a great bird spreading wide wings open full,
like an arrow tunneling through the air to the sun.
there is no other for me, Shiva. my heart is Yours.