Shiva, You reach out to me through everything: through the high blue sky & through a sudden breath of ambient air, warmer than the surroundings. You stroke my cheek & my brow with gentle caressing intimacy & thus i know--oh, i do know!--that You are here with me now, tenderly murmuring "I love you" in the sweet subtle language You have taught me. You are the sky pressing softly against me & the wind is Your breath. You whisper to me that the body is a sacred vessel & that the personality is loved just as much as a tiny kitten is loved by mother in spite of its silly antics & accidents. You lift me up in ways i can't describe & You wrap me safe within the sky of You as if i am a gift offered to the storied world. i am a gift: a virgin, holy mother & visionary crone. i am Yours. All the roles & parts we humans play, we ultimately give to You, for the gift & the giver are actually one in fact, just as the deep blue sky is both space & atmosphere. Thank You, Shiva, for respecting who i am inclusive of this fleeting human form.