we are at work in the mines of maya, clearing & refining, opening space for light to shine. we need that light in this mine. that which is dark & jagged, we polish, smooth & purify. we ourselves are being refined in this manner by the gods who, in their turn, are also being refined & clarified for the refulgence of light, the renewal we want to feel. oh how we fly when we can & how we crawl when we must! the dense events of life can weigh us down with added gravity & subsequent immobility. we are at work in the mines of maya, cleaning, digging out the darkness to find the subtle veins of light concealed in all things, yet accessible. light is hidden everywhere, Shiva, for You gave us this gift: the light that calls us home, the yearning in our hearts for Your grace.
