the wild god with laughing dark eyes & unruly long hair, who charms the king of the cobras, is at my door. whispered words of mantra resonate & penetrate into hidden chambers deep within my waiting heart. i quicken with an arcane awareness, open to Him. Thus are luminous new worlds born of holy matter.
today is a time of courage when i resolutely determine to remain alert, not to get lost in memory & mind chatter. over & over i return to my mantra, the lifeline which You have given me, to which i cling in the intense storms of circumstance. i dwell in a nursing home, an imperiled place in a pandemic, yet nonetheless You remain close when i can see beyond the surface to the divine timing that cares less for the unit than for the whole. remaining in an old worn body is not important. You alone are truly essential & i shall not lose my way back home to You! birth, death, body, spirit: the dance patterns of cosmic complexity, & i can no longer freestyle full out but seek now to rest in You. You are the center of the turning wheel & i will not lose focus upon You. although passing events may obscure, the heart will hold fast. the heart will hold fast when hands no longer find a solid place to grip. thus today is a time of courage when i devote myself to You. i am here for You. i do not fear the homeward journey of return for this script has long been written as the time to merge myself in You. the sun only sets for the earthbound & i am a child of the stars.
the sounds of a nursing home late at night echo dull background humming of central climate control murmur of someone's tv down the long hallway sharp clatter of an object falling to the floor a soft low moaning cry in a frail shaking voice the quick rhythm of a nurse's hurried footsteps sudden boom of thunder & hard rain drumming down. the musical tones in my head rising falling focussed mind repeating my beloved mantra singing silent sacred lullabies to Shiva in the warm arms of the transformative darkness om namah Shivaya on namah Shivaya