having no power of my own, i am couched in limitless power. knowing the eternal truth, external judgements find no home in me. i have no home. i have no family, no worldly aspirations. having no home, i am at peace right where i am. having no desire to accumulate, i am as weightless as a bubble in the breeze & i discover myself at last at rest just where i need to be. every day i find myself anew. every night i release myself from focussed form & resolute need. soon i will not exist distinct in my originality, yet existence will go rolling on. all is nested & folded into patterns beyond casual thought, sliding through dimensions beyond & enfolding the usual three. You are with me step by step, Shiva who lives in the cave of my heart. You ignite the light that dims the dark, returning full color to sight. i feel the sunrise in my heart in the long cold dark of winter & now my sleep is over & ended, for my door is standing open. my door is standing open & fingers of the sun are beckoning. i have no body; i am formless & free, weightless as a bubble in the breeze coming to rest, shining alight just where i need to be.
You cannot enter me in Your full potency for blood & bone are too dense to hold the fullness & intensity of Your vast power & light. yet i do sincerely invite You nonetheless. whether i live or am altogether destroyed is an empty thought from an old collective dream. i awaken now. i hear Your resounding call & seek with all my heart to follow it to You. no matter what the outcome may be, i am Yours.