the rolling fullness of the rising sun reflects anew in the rainbow glint of a dewdrop on the tip of a sharp blade of tender grass innocently offering itself. the final lilting call of the whippoorwill fades into the morning songs of the wood thrush & summer tanager; the sky brightens slowly, becoming a rose-gold temple. the morning brings divine opportunity to offer heartfelt gratitude for the simple gift of awareness. yes Shiva, tempt us with Your divine magnetic beauty as You shape Yourself into these many earthly delights! we shall gladly dance with You in the sweet glory of this timeless transparent increasingly radiant gold light. the rolling fullness of the rising sun reflects anew in our swirling turning rhythmic holy dance, dear Shiva of hidden charms & endless unfolding transformation. like the whippoorwill, our voices are silent in the soft downpouring light as our hearts lift like blossoms to the sun.
You touch me with a gentle nudge of friendly tenderness, though You express through the insubstantial & not through flesh. i feel You nevertheless: Your signature energy, Your fragrant spiritual love that inspires the best in me. there is a fountain of light hidden deeply within me. Your dear presence brings it alive with sparkle & color. You warm the very center of me with Your touch of fire, with your inviting calmness & radical acceptance. there are no gazing eyes, no tempting lips, no shapes or forms. there is love that feels like ice melting slowly in sunshine, releasing into light the cold hard form that had seized it. in Your light, Shiva, edges & borders blur & dissolve. Your touch is like the delight of a rainbow remembered for its extraordinary timing & divine glow. it lives, keeping me company while the fountain of light at my core explodes like fireworks bursting into flowers.
this dream so grips us that we do not see we are insubstantial wisps of smoke & bone, blurred reflections in a dusty mirror. ah, the beauty of the shifting colors, the subtle hint of light & shadow glimpsed beyond the swift moving montage of form! this dream of maya invokes the senses with the bright promise of fulfilled desire. here, rainbows are mystic stringed instruments in the hands of the heavenly devas. ah! the beauty of the shifting colors, swirling in that sweet varied melody! the dream glows before us enticingly, enchanting in this lengthy human sleep. yet i do awaken from the dream's spell resuming my firm stance, cleaving to You in sincere sadhana & devotion far beyond the dream's enticing allure, to blend my heart & mind with You, Shiva. again i persevere in Your service as i have vowed, & so i do remain. i will stand steadfast with You, dear Shiva, upon the skyclad heights of Mount Kailash.