i was wearing my long flannel nightgown, almost awake in the early morning. it was the winter of my fourteenth year in the cold desolation of my wild soul. You came to me. You came to be the hinge on the opening door of my young heart. You folded Yourself around me gently & drew me close to You, until my breath was Your breath & the emptiness was gone. it was filled with Your fragrance & Your taste. You wrapped Yourself around me, You cherished me & Your heat melted me, melted me. Your heat melted me, purified my heart. You filled me up & burned the past away. You marked me with Your transcendental love.
an ethereal thread holds all things together. i see it with my twilight eye, the moon-born sight of poets observing the lacy connections that can't be seen in the dominion of bright light. here in the misty dimness, neither light nor dark, colors fade to grey, stitched together with silver. nothing is clearly defined, shifting shapes again repeating primal patterns traced in solar dust. we are on the threshold where light & dark can dance. come to me now, Lord Shiva, & dance me within this density of substance & form in motion. take my hand, take my heart, dance me in words & art, tell me who You really are, tell me who i am, as we touch the subtle thread joining all the parts, tracing out blessings that are hidden in the heart.
i offer You my heart on a skewer on a platter as a gift, so You know my sincerity. i have nothing left now, nothing. i give You this also.