i see the plump dark springtime clouds rolling over the near horizon, rushing on their fingers of rain. this is You, frolicking in the sky, Shiva! You weave Yourself through my hair in Your guise as the gusting wind. ravens soar in circles above, rejoicing in Your divine presence. i also soar in my own way, through intuition & heart & eyes, delighting in the moist richness of wind & rain & Shiva my love, in these exciting springtime energies rising up & raining down. tender roots descend into primal wild earth, drinking hidden nurture, abiding dusky deep & sweet within, urging tree & grain to green. Shiva, You enter me as well, intimate as rain upon the earth, softening the hard & brittle, increasing the receptive & moist. You coax the yearning sprout from the seed, leaving all the tough husks behind as testament to limitations transformed through Your grace, & released.
Shiva, Your cool rain is a sweet benediction, healing & soothing the raw edges of the heart. comfort me with rainbows, lift me upon Your clouds. i would float upon Your love, myself a blessing. the world is my field of dharmic group service now, yet You are my center & i hold fast to You. although i bend beneath the hard weight of this life, i do not fall nor do i neglect my duties. not by any virtue of mine, but through You alone is the work done, & the fruits of work go where You determine in Your mysterious, profound way. all is done by You, beyond human mind & heart. it is done by You & i am Your agent here on this blue planet which, itself, struggles toward a greater life in this primal cosmic cycle, time after time, aeon upon aeon, onward. we humans are Your transforming agents, Shiva, created, formed & born for Your service & grace. looking through the cosmic lens, i can see how we are the outreach of a vast emanating source. thus do i celebrate this opportunity to praise You, yearning to return to Your wholeness, resting in the cool downpour of Your cleansing rain.