You keep on limiting my experiences with people & calling me back to You for yet deeper sadhana. i think that i was not embodied for this human world but rather to serve as an expression of Your outreach. could it truly be that this inner life is my service? that i am to cleave to You alone & simply to love? that my presence here on this earth is to bless everything without attachment to striving & doing & having? am i enough for You, Shiva, just as i am, like this? i bow to You in gratitude for all You have given. You are my source & my refuge, dear divine companion, & enough has been shared in all these clumsy words: now, Shiva, my heart will speak to You in simple silence.
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?
we are the people of flesh & smoke, children of the dream, shaping our hands into alphabets for those who cannot hear. we cannot hear! we are the people of blood & bone, gathering our food, protecting it with swords, hands & words, urged on by our desire. we are hungry! we are the people of mist & fog who rise & dissolve-- invisible-- as the sun drinks up the water of our lives. we are fleeting! we are the people who rise & fall, a luminous rain to soak the soil with blood & blessing, turning & returning. we rise & fall! we are smoke & mist, drifting in dream in this reverie, lovely maya, sweetly inviting, shadows urged to action. we are so dazed! our hands form the shape of the word "love". our hearts demand this. love gives itself, offers a place to stand even in this dream. although our blossoms fade, we are fragrant!