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.
i welcome You, Beloved, to the open door of my waiting heart. all has been cleaned & blessed, Shiva. the air is scented with sandalwood & flowers are heaped in woven baskets: gardenias & hyacinths, roses & violets, honeysuckle & wisteria. i am drunk with the celebration of flowers, their laughter like tiny bells, their presence honoring You, Beloved who lives deep within. You are the raw living fire of consciousness, burning me sweetly, lifting me gently. i am Yours to consume utterly, to imbibe & savor. in this way i return to You, origin & source, who give me life even before time begins, bringing gifts of flowers & love that has no beginning or end but swallows us all fully into itself. here i am again, Beloved! let's dance this dance where two become one without a second & all melts into love scented with sandalwood. i welcome You, Beloved, to the open door of my waiting heart.