when these poems are written, it is as if we are conversing & You are revealing luminous & precious inner treasure. it forges a connection & creates a continuing flow from You to me, cascading out to all the people who see this. thus it is a conduit of blessing that moves through me & out into the world like an outpouring deep into cloistered chambers, opening the closed doors & windows, lighting lamps & making tea, settling into human life with no prejudice or reluctance. it is as if we are conversing when these poems are written, Shiva, & sharing our communion just as the lamp shares its light.
after i tell You my stories, Shiva -- the old ones, the stories told to me, about me -- they fade away. in their place are the new stories, emerging now that i am ready to receive my true place in this life. the new stories are about You, Shiva, how we met & how You continued coming to me in spite of my blind ignorance & grievous errors of thought. it helps me to live in this world, being aware that You are now, & always have been, central in my life. without knowing Your name i have known Your warm presence & ever sought to be near You in my heart & mind. dear Shiva, i am entirely swept away by You. You cause my heart to open & You bless me with love. in this world of maya i have been given a shield of protection by You & my life is devoted to You & what You may want of me in this dream realm. i do my duty to You here until You take me beyond all the stories, beyond the form, into You.