You sent me out into the woods at twilight to sing to devas in the blue ridge mountains of my dreamtime. i consecrated leafy temples to the divine as You urged me deeper into the green-fingered trees. You led me on intense quest after quest. i trusted You to guide me on my way & You have blessed me, made a thing of beauty of my long stumbling life-journey. You urged me close so that i could take refuge in You. You are my true reality in this comedy of posturing, this rowdy parade of cosmic clowns. You have ordered this woman's life to sacred song which is imprinted deeply in my heart's memory: "i mean no harm. i am passing through. i celebrate all existence." & i do, regularly, daily. truly, seeking refuge in You takes me to the heart where all experience is rendered luminous, pure, with sacred secret messages of Your loving care, that holy trust that has me singing of You, Shiva!
You have set me apart from the start of this life. the pattern continues: my yearning for union, seeking to cleave to one other person & place. this ever eludes me. what choice have i but to turn to You, true constant in the kaleidoscope of this impermanence? You sent me on this quest, You accompany me. i cling to You, Shiva. You don't turn me away -- how could the heart turn from its very own beating?