when these poems are written, it is as if we are conversing & You are revealing luminous & precious inner treasure. it forges a connection & creates a continuing flow from You to me, cascading out to all the people who see this. thus it is a conduit of blessing that moves through me & out into the world like an outpouring deep into cloistered chambers, opening the closed doors & windows, lighting lamps & making tea, settling into human life with no prejudice or reluctance. it is as if we are conversing when these poems are written, Shiva, & sharing our communion just as the lamp shares its light.
i know You not by form but by Your tender presence felt within my heart. i know You by the glow of warmth at my core, by the buoyancy within my whole being, magnetized by & moving to You irresistibly. i melt inside when i recall our meeting, the pure blending of essence. i melt inside when i hear Your name, Shiva, & i overflow in these words on paper celebrating You in all the ways & times of our union. i am weaving threads of communion with You in this sincere poetry. i realize repeatedly that You are central to this life, Shiva, far more important than the cyclic comings & goings, the ups & downs, the loves who come & the loves who go. You alone are my steady constant, my anchor, the bond that thrills me to my existential reality. i know You not by form but by Your tender presence felt within my heart. my entire being is an open doorway for You to fully enter, dissolving altogether that which appears as name & form, time & place. beloved Shiva (i dare to speak as if i am holy Parvati), hold me in Your sacred warmth as the gravid world travails in birthing pain.