for long years i have followed You from the burning ground, Shiva. now You come to me in the turmoil of my kurukshetra. i know this much: no matter what the surroundings & events, i love You. i dwell upon You. i call You. i cling to You. i wrap Your holy presence around me like a second skin & this empowers me through the necessary severings: the old falling away, the new pushing through the yielding dark into the light, opening the shy heart, freeing the bound mind from the burden of impeding ruminations & insults. now You have come to me in my most private kurukshetra, for i followed You from the heat & smoke of the burning ground. Your presence strengthens me in this destined battle which i face. Shiva, You are my shield & protection. You are my refuge.
i know now that You never did turn away from me but gave the opportunity to heal deep-seated karmic tendencies that needed focus over time. for that i wandered through the lonely hinterland of suffering & refinement of receptivity. though always the memory of Your presence & grace would warm me like the sweet gentle sunshine of springtime, like a soft generous rain soaking into the earth, like the sun patiently pulling the life from the seed into the down-pouring soft radiant grace of You. Shiva, we are fused in purpose & intent to bless. gone are the days of raw youthful naive ignorance. now i see compassionately through mature vision how You persistently, continually touched me, shaped me, held me, healed me & how, in the final view, You auspiciously emerged from Your hidden home deep within my heart's most intimate & sacred chamber. You wear me today like a consecrated garment as i am borne by You through this long incarnation which i celebrate like a glad global holiday. i am soaked through & through with Your divine love & grace & i cannot stop these words that pour forth rejoicing, rejoicing like a tree in the warm springtime sunshine!
when a flower falls from its mother plant before my own eyes, i know that it is now offering itself for my altar to Shiva, the one who fills my life full. i myself have fallen into this world & cannot stop from calling out His name, for thus has He touched me & changed my life. His names are many, His presence is One.
Shiva, i am here to talk to You & to stay focussed on Your wavelength rather than to drift within the drama which i see dancing around me. i see the cracking everywhere, the evidence of a dying age. even beyond the human ferment i register the shifting aeons, the mysterious powers that ebb & flow in the wild daily display. Shiva, i am here to talk to You & to stay focussed on Your wavelength, to look for Your hidden loving touch of presence, expressing tenderly, rather than to fashion socially accepted scripts, repeating daily. i come, appearing as this body-personality, offering it all. i come to You raw, unfinished & coming apart, yet yearning for You. This is the record of my sadhana, which gifts You with my total sum.
i know You not by form but by Your tender presence felt within my heart. i know You by the glow of warmth at my core, by the buoyancy within my whole being, magnetized by & moving to You irresistibly. i melt inside when i recall our meeting, the pure blending of essence. i melt inside when i hear Your name, Shiva, & i overflow in these words on paper celebrating You in all the ways & times of our union. i am weaving threads of communion with You in this sincere poetry. i realize repeatedly that You are central to this life, Shiva, far more important than the cyclic comings & goings, the ups & downs, the loves who come & the loves who go. You alone are my steady constant, my anchor, the bond that thrills me to my existential reality. i know You not by form but by Your tender presence felt within my heart. my entire being is an open doorway for You to fully enter, dissolving altogether that which appears as name & form, time & place. beloved Shiva (i dare to speak as if i am holy Parvati), hold me in Your sacred warmth as the gravid world travails in birthing pain.
it's all interior, nothing much that comes to action -- a certain peace, a quiet calm, an acceptance of now. i have little to show to the world, Shiva, few good deeds or great service. just a subtle subjective shift, a deep bond with You, whom i feel abiding now within my heart. even this becomes dim & murky when the world looms large. this is a long grim struggle, Shiva, just to hold steady. i tire. i sag. i observe the fading of memory. the mind is such a rebel, refusing obedience. i am bereft, adrift, undone, hard-pressed as a person. the old costume was cast off long ago. i have none now. i have only You, Shiva, Your tender inner presence. all in all, a pretty good trade for who i thought i was. You guide me from within & weave Your presence through the day. You are real, constant, unchanging, ever-present, central. all in all, a pretty good trade for who i thought i was!
after i tell You my stories, Shiva -- the old ones, the stories told to me, about me -- they fade away. in their place are the new stories, emerging now that i am ready to receive my true place in this life. the new stories are about You, Shiva, how we met & how You continued coming to me in spite of my blind ignorance & grievous errors of thought. it helps me to live in this world, being aware that You are now, & always have been, central in my life. without knowing Your name i have known Your warm presence & ever sought to be near You in my heart & mind. dear Shiva, i am entirely swept away by You. You cause my heart to open & You bless me with love. in this world of maya i have been given a shield of protection by You & my life is devoted to You & what You may want of me in this dream realm. i do my duty to You here until You take me beyond all the stories, beyond the form, into You.
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!