before the pandemic, You inspire me to add an ample image of Your home, Mount Kailash, to the wall above my altar, Shiva. for more than two years now the image graces my room, radiating silent blessings & drawing my gaze upward to ponder its magnetism. oh Shiva, what a seed You have planted in me! it spans dimensions! suddenly Kailash is emerging from its picture high on the wall! i feel the earth trembling in preparation, like the ground underfoot before a train barrels into view far down the track & moving fast. it's huge, massive, yet it opens itself to me as i, too, open to it, & contact is made. Kailash silently enters into me, through & through, in an interpenetrating deep synaptic instant. Kailash fills my room, overflows my heart, stretches my mind wide open! love has found me again! Kailash is a mystery primed to trigger a powerful psychic download. Kailash is a transducer for cosmic power, which is stepped down by the galactic presence to our local representative, the Sun. the Sun then relays it on to Kailash, who holds it for all. Shiva, You are the mobile unit of Kailash, the compelling human face needful to ground the divine presence here. in the end, it all folds up back into itself as the Supreme Source. yet maya's magic mirror multiplies images, & Kailash stands at the head of them all, as a mountain rightfully does. suddenly Kailash has come off the wall & into my heart, carrying the crisp transcendent scent of mountain air & mystery, inviting approach. thank You, Shiva, for bringing me home to meet the cosmic family. i can now fully understand why the sage Lao Tsu wisely says: "without going outside, you may know the whole world. without looking through the window, you may see the ways of heaven." Om Namah Shivaya!
sometimes i am a garden lying fallow after harvest, stripped of my nourishing abundance. my leaves are brown & crisp, stalks & stems are brittle & broken, scattered on the resting earth as a testament to blessings given generously. i can breathe into the earth even when i cannot reach for the shining sky, so i go deep, deep down past the spent dry roots. i sleep, forgetful of bright springtime & sun, returning the physical substance to its origin. i dream. i dream of You, Shiva, Who planted me here & cultivated my pure essence & reaped my natural bounty. it has emerged from tiny hard seeds hidden in the darkness of the ground, & grown to lift many arms & hands up to praise the sun & honor the moon. it has been glorious, & i thank You, Shiva, as i release the firm form into the cool darkness & soft dust of the waiting earth. lying fallow is also part of the process that yields the next abundant harvest in its own time. hold me, Shiva. hold me as i rest quietly without care, dreaming of formlessness & freedom from this human dharma.