Shiva

i come to You as a beggar when i ask You to grant me Your grace.
i come to You as a seeker when i chant Your mantra every day.
i come to You as a lover when i sing praises of Your glory.
i come to You as a servant when i find You living in my heart.
i come to You as a devotee, humble, having no words at all.
i come to You as iron comes to the irresistible magnet.
i come to You in gratitude that You saved me from my lonely hell.

dust & rubble

He comes with clear fierce intent, so
goodbye to the queen of overthinking,
her crown knocked off by that rascal Shiva,
shattered by one swift thrust of His trishul.

His tender service pierces her mind-made shield
with the focussed force of His compassion
as she plunges into the dust & rubble
of passionate assumptions & demands.

goodbye to the queen of overthinking,
hail to Shiva from His vowed devotee
who bows in silent stillness gratefully.