i have seen subtle rainbows hidden in the deep shadows of night. it's as if i am looking into the farthest reaches of space & see others looking back at me, smiling & waving hello. they gently assure that sublime shining wonders are on the rise. they say that the energies within the form have full intention to bless & nurture regardless of my shy, cautious reception. they assure me that i am completely love-immersed, even in harsh circumstances & human neglect & rejection. they say that to exist is amazing & that love does not need a form to express: that love is like gravity, like sun, water. it holds us in close encounter on this planet, preparing us for new adventures in maya, challenging human selfishness with the call to group work & global cooperation. the rainbows of the night shadows are prophets & healers, giving encouragement in the deepest gloom & despair, emissaries of the soothing darkness that Shiva settles over one to promote wise insight. the seed is buried in darkness to grow & send out hands reaching for the light, drinking sunshine with the whole body & rejoicing with no consideration for the shadows of the night to come. Shiva, thank You for the guidance of the inner rainbow, taking its rise in the cultivated heart. even in the disquiet of utmost darkness & disintegration, You are my strength. OM NAMAH SHIVAYA
fruit hanging on the tree ripens from tart to sweet, ever maturing & softening, becoming lushly juicy. fully ripe fruit may fall from the tree, offering itself to the passing hungry beings, to all who search for food. this is the dharma of fruit: to nourish all, that the seed inside may be carried to fertile soil to continue the ageless cycle of replication & provision. Shiva, You have given me sweetness, color & fragrance. i hang here on this branch, ripe & awaiting Your harvest in the coming time, in the season of ingathering. whether i grow on the highest branch or on the lowest is of no concern, for You see my innate potential transcending the exterior circumstances. You are the lord of trees, of the green world, Shiva, overseeing their divine gifts of nurture, shelter, ceaseless protection & generosity. in the same way, people who give of themselves without measure abide in Your protection. i am here on this branch awaiting Your harvest, Shiva, giving myself to Your service, for this is my dharma.
the seed is the flower, the fruit, the tree, existing at once in the heart's greenhouse, in that realm where time doesn't play its game, drawing things sequentially through our minds like a comic strip to amuse devas!