the sky is aswarm with color & form, astral beings struggling to be born from misty glowing primal substance. ceremonies of birth & transformation take place daily in the pregnant sky overhead, expressing the glory of their evolving colors & shapes. they move, swirl & communicate in ephemeral script embedded with subtle messages of renewal & release. we are cherished. we are cared for by vast lifeforms who enliven our gifts & our challenges (for they are so similar, like kin). they are Your emissaries, Shiva, Your mystic, yet visible, hands, moving in holy flowing sign language within the portal of the sky. You give us such illuminated invitations to Your transcendent dance, whether in the heavens or in the midst of daily working life on earth. You send constant invitations to the here & now, wake-up calls both gentle & fierce & You don't abandon us here. You will always bring more opportunities. the sky is aswarm with color & form, reminding us in its vibrant glory of the hidden hands of blessing comforting us.
some blessings are so amazing that i don't recognize them as blessings for years, sometimes even decades. they are like the mystic eggs of a strange bird, bound to hatch in their own time, placed in the nest of me, knowing not what may come from them or when. i have seen blessings change into challenges overnight & challenges throw off their concealment to emerge as blessings. therefore i will rejoice in the gifts of the moment, holding them lightly that they may fly when they are called by destiny. You teach me to regard blessing & challenge with equal eyes, Shiva: as opportunity in disguise, to be esteemed. i cannot court one without bowing to the other also. we are all golden beneath the dust, deeply imprinted with the urge to evolve into wholeness. there is no turning back, no refusal to be what i yearn to be & am at heart. i will protect these strange eggs, Shiva, & will accept what may come from them with gentle respect for their divine origin.