the rolling fullness of the rising sun reflects anew in the rainbow glint of a dewdrop on the tip of a sharp blade of tender grass innocently offering itself. the final lilting call of the whippoorwill fades into the morning songs of the wood thrush & summer tanager; the sky brightens slowly, becoming a rose-gold temple. the morning brings divine opportunity to offer heartfelt gratitude for the simple gift of awareness. yes Shiva, tempt us with Your divine magnetic beauty as You shape Yourself into these many earthly delights! we shall gladly dance with You in the sweet glory of this timeless transparent increasingly radiant gold light. the rolling fullness of the rising sun reflects anew in our swirling turning rhythmic holy dance, dear Shiva of hidden charms & endless unfolding transformation. like the whippoorwill, our voices are silent in the soft downpouring light as our hearts lift like blossoms to the sun.
i lay sick & powerless in a bleakly raw subjective realm. Shiva, i sought You but there was no ability to connect. i had little capacity to focus. neither mind nor heart was able to hold steady nor could the body find restfulness. i saw the inescapable fact of transience & that the body, from birth to death, is at the mercy of the fickle world. i saw the fixed agenda of the sociocultural rule & the curtailing framework of dogma, belief & submission. the shiny domain of civilization seemed rather uncivil as the coronavirus occupied my senses & raged its own battle against the entrenched forces held deep down within body & mind, digging up the time-worn bones of old suffering. i felt dispirited, Shiva, & vulnerable to culling for the offense of inconvenient & unwelcome viewpoints. i lay there unable to register Your presence & feeling like a pariah outcast refugee from another planet. this is where i see in my own life that the eternal goodness, who is given myriads of names, has repeatedly blessed me with supportive visions & insights. Shiva, You are the true source of my sustenance & guidance, providing strength & endurance. what need has the body for power when all power comes from You? what is the need for seeking acceptance from other people when You visit & love me within my heart's innermost chamber? who in all this manifested place could possibly equal You? You are the fire, Shiva, & i am a spark of You, flying from Your fire into the frying pan of this hungry jagat earth into this body, then forgetting. like the coronavirus, this place greatly dulls intuitive spiritual awareness. Shiva, thank You for providing me the experience of the coronavirus blocking me from You & bringing its parade of old energies to me. i endured it & outlasted it & i bow before You now in gratitude & humility. OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!
there is a great organizing power in the universe that calls us forth to develop & share our skills & gifts, that will repeatedly offer opportunity to practice & realms that are needful of our unfolding abilities. dear Shiva, thank You for this auspicious divine healing time. thank You for every happening that frees me from my shell. thank You for receiving & accepting what i offer You. a thousand bows of gratitude for OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!
Shiva, my refuge & my beloved! i am for You & You alone! You have shown me that every well-intentioned, upbeat & constructive thought & feeling is nourishment for the divine forces of light, for angels & devas & gods, for the well-being of countless blessed beings & worlds. You have shown me how they flourish & deepen in goodness & in service. You have also revealed to me that every negative & hate-filled thought is food & fuel for the forces of darkness, for demons & devils & the sly covert undermining of innocent, good & pure beings. therefore i no longer indulge in angry, bitter, resentful feelings nor linger in dim dull grey gloom or wearisome comparative thinking, for i myself may then become an infectious contagion to others. thus it is, Shiva, that i will focus on You & the many blessings which continually urge me toward my greatest unfolding goodness. i seek to prepare a banquet of joy for angels & devas & gods that the beauty of kindness & the gentle caring heart may be present. i rejoice in the generous abundance of nature, the sky, the sun, oceans, rivers, mountains, valleys & their varied populations. may heartfelt gratitude & sincere appreciation pour forth freely, like honey from the honeycomb & cool refreshing rain from the heavens! Shiva, my refuge & my beloved! i am for You & You alone! we nourish the manvantara by pouring out our love relentlessly.
i have been running after knowledge all of my long inquisitive life. how like You, Shiva, to come to me through my heart in the unknowingness & chaos of shattered strategies! well played, Beloved, i bow to You! now that You have plowed my ready field, plant Your seeds of mantric blessing deep, to grow in darkness & reach for light with Your tender care along the way. all my actions now refer to You. You demonstrate that heart does rule head & i bow to You in gratitude. Well played, Beloved, i bow to You!