the sky -- with its winds, clouds, sun, moon & stars & its fiery streaming mysteries that pull us like a sacred magnet -- lifts us out of ourselves, calls us to that which expands us & inspires us to awe. the sky -- with its storms of rain, snow & light -- freely sparks endless wonder as it plays with our earthly forms & creations. it touches us with its airy hands, both gentle & sometimes fierce. the sky holds us in its arms like a mother, guides us on our way like a father, always there, always here: our holy family. throughout this life i have taken more true comfort from the sky than from anything else. the vastness of the curved blue dome stretches as far as i can see. it is changing, always changing, shifting in clarity from misty grey to a sea of brilliant azure with immense rounded clouds like whales making their great mysterious migrations, called by unseen energies. i too am called by the unseen: Shiva, Your boundless power & love has convinced me to cast off into the vastness of the shimmering unknown. the heart is like a sail, catching the wind of spirit & filling full with the gratitude that carries me onward in Your companionship. You are my sky, holding my atoms in place. You are everywhere, like space, wrapping me in Your indigo sky-blanket with the stars. hold me close & hold me tight for i am but a child in Your arms.
i see them draw together, i observe them pull apart: the sun & moon in a space embrace, joining holy hearts. flaming embers fall to earth, descend from the cloudless sky, hinting at the mystery that the soul will not deny. Shiva's dance goes on & on as galactic seasons change. His music calls. i respond as i always do, again. i see us draw together, i observe us pull apart in this sacred dance of life wherein i give You my heart.
i am grateful for the sky, that vast holy blue temple, the moving clouds shaping Your messages of encouragement. i am grateful for the storms rolling through to clean the air, refreshing dry earth with a million rainy kisses. i am happy to see birds tracing patterns high above. i am grateful for that peaceful open arc that lifts me from the weight of personality, opening me to You. i am blessed to feel the sun, radiant giver of life, touching me with warm golden fingers eight light minutes long. the cool glow of the moon unveils luminous soft movement as the stars share distant mysteries partially revealed. the heart soars in gratitude for the lilting spaciousness which brings sweet release from structure, necessity & form, which points to the realm of purity, freedom from concern. i feel i am coming home, Shiva, when i see the sky.