some things are just too precious & delicate to speak of in human words. they wiggle sideways, squirm & slide away & only the yearning to touch that mystic realm remains. it is more real & alive than anything down here that comes with rules & penalties. it has taken my heart hostage & the baffled mind is left juggling soap bubbles by the light of the dim waning moon, murmuring softly. Shiva walks the burning grounds in clouds of dust & ashes. i join my steps with His by the flickering of the fire, & he lays a crown of soap bubbles on my waiting head. i smile & do not speak. my heart is full. there are no words. they finally fall short. i walk silently with Shiva. nothing given in words lasts, but the heart can point the way.