in the hot desert aridity, in the whipping cold wind of the plains, in the darkness & in the sunlight, You are present, Shiva, You are here. i sometimes forget, oh, i forget! You do not forget me, not ever! i reach back in my mind through the years to the young girl who sought her true self. i call out encouragement to her. i tell her that the story ends well, that it is good to be curious, to question, to search & inquire, that she really is completely loved. You, Lord Shiva, do the same for me. You keep sending messages of love. my scrapbooks are filled with evidence of Your presence, power and grace. soon i will put down my storybook & look You in the face & thank You.
a great bird glides across the zenith of the sky, dips a wing in salute, circling over my head. i know that it is You -- Lord Shiva, it is You! the cool wind is stroking my wide-eyed lifted face & it suddenly shifts, touches warm & gentle, lingering on my cheek. i know that it is You -- Lord Shiva, it is You! the heart pumps faithfully, steadily, in my chest, cycling blood & love through my yearning body to bless me with this life. i know that it is You -- Lord Shiva, it is You! i know that You are here, winking at me daily. we share a private joke. again You light my smile for You are here with me. I know that it is You -- Lord Shiva, it is You!