love letter of pure light

You are raining down on me today, Shiva, the cool raindrops of
You blessing the heat of the skin. the body is sending You a
love letter of pure light inscribed by the flames dwelling in this heart.
it's a subjective light show, the inner fire & water meeting
to celebrate a magnificent love: it's You, of course, Shiva:
You are the transcendent over-lighting energy that inspires
from morning to morning. so rain on me, please, Shiva! Your holy
healing rain only adds to the celebration of the heart &
deepens the internal communion that so cleanses & renews.

a thousand bows of gratitude

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!

stories

after i tell You my stories, Shiva -- the old ones,
the stories told to me, about me -- they fade away.
in their place are the new stories, emerging now that
i am ready to receive my true place in this life.

the new stories are about You, Shiva, how we met
& how You continued coming to me in spite of
my blind ignorance & grievous errors of thought.
it helps me to live in this world, being aware that
You are now, & always have been, central in my life.
without knowing Your name i have known Your warm presence
& ever sought to be near You in my heart & mind.

dear Shiva, i am entirely swept away by You.
You cause my heart to open & You bless me with love.
in this world of maya i have been given a shield
of protection by You & my life is devoted
to You & what You may want of me in this dream realm.
i do my duty to You here until You take me
beyond all the stories, beyond the form, into You.

these words

i wrap you in these words
when the cold wind bites through your mask
when the rags you wear fall apart
when your dark secrets are exposed
i wrap you in these words
om namah shivaya

i rub these words into your skin
like rose-scented lotus oil
like a warm healing unguent
like a gentle angel's touch
i rub these words into your skin
om namah shivaya

i feed these words to you
in the emptiness of hunger
in the solitude of your night
in the depths of your abstraction
i feed these words to you
om namah shivaya

i shine these words into you
like sunlight into your shadows
like moonlight upon your ocean
like the warmth that pulls sprout from seed
i shine these words into you
om namah shivaya

i plant these words in your soul
into the nameless they go plunging
into the subtle shifting yearning
into the moist readiness of now
i plant these words in your soul
om namah shivaya