the birds of the night

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i am a friend to the birds of the night who emerge out of
the liminal spaces where light & dark meet & dance & blend.
we call out our wild joy to the moon & stars who now come forth
from their seclusion to shine soft subtle light into hidden
realms of moving misty forms, shifting through beckoning shades of
visibility. i am called beyond my borders by them,
enticed by these swirling shapes that glide, turn & recede from me
with the flowing meandering moves of those from somewhere else.

Shiva, lord of darkness & light, You are also truly lord
of us liminal people, drawn like moths to Your fiery love.
we sing with the birds of the holy night: the owls, whippoorwills
& chuck-will's-widows. like the drunkards brash midnight serenade,
we are loud & we won't stop our eager full-throated calling,
our powerful celebration of this transitional time.

i am a friend to the birds of the night who emerge out of
the liminal spaces to proclaim our heart's vision to You,
who wear the moon in Your hair & like to hear our songs: Shiva!
the banner of Your love flies for all outsiders such as we.

sunrise in my heart

there is a sunrise in my heart. with each breath the sunglow increases;
with every thought of You, Shiva, the passing moment warms & brightens.
this sunrise of You fills me completely & i become a fountain.

there is a sunrise in my heart & love wells forth, showering gently
down, falling like a nourishing rain into all the thirsty places.
the cracked soil softens & brings forth tender shoots of green that flow like grace
through hidden lowlands & the wild places of nature, my own as well.

a chorus of birds is singing in the light that leaks from the sunrise
in my eager open heart. they fly to me now, bringing gifts of ferns,
flowers & leaves. they recognize Your energy signature, Shiva.

there is a sunrise in my heart, a faithful guiding light that persists
& ever returns to its sentinel post, comfortingly present.
in this light the sacred subtle dimensions soar luminous, revealed,
& You beckon to me compellingly to stand with You in the light.
like a falcon returning to the falconer's arm, i come to You.

my sunflower heart

there are no words to describe You adequately & hence
many words appear, like birds singing in the rising dawn.
they can't help themselves. it's their dharma to sing at first light.

i can't stop myself from discerning You in varied ways.
i sense You like water gently raining down upon me,
drenching me with Your ten thousand glorious names & forms.

everything points to You, turns to You, just as sunflowers
yearn earnestly for the sun & track its course in the sky.
i seek You in events & persist until i find You.

with equal determination I turn my gaze inward
& seek You within the hidden "i" of this persona.
ah Shiva! i play hide & seek with You as though i were
a mischievous deva lost in an earthly frolic.

i stand behind these many words i write for You, meaning
well, just like the dawn bird who sings so joyously, or the
tall sunflower lifting its face up to worship the sun.
it is the dharma of my sunflower heart to love You.