today is broken glass, sharp edges, crippled promises, missed deadlines & forgotten friendliness. a lost child cries quietly, alone in a dim locked room in an attic. Shiva! You bring me the circumstances of these jagged hungry-ghost feelings to help me discover that they do indeed pass & do change & are not who i really am. Shiva, You keep breaking me open so i can discern the truth of my existence, or perhaps so i can find the pearl inside, made from the good intentions of others, imposed upon the soft tender innocence deep within. that pearl is not mine, nor do i claim it or desire it. it is Yours. only You can transform what the beauty hides. Shiva, i will cleave to You with unrelenting firmness as we resolve into the same essential beingness. here the wave of me merges into the ocean of You: here there is no broken glass, no lost child, not even words.