when You were the sky, Shiva, & i was a cloud in Your vastness, You played with me through dancing fingers of wind, shaping me into magnificent forms far beyond my own insubstantial command. when You were the sky & i was Your cloud, i was held close in the purity & power of Your divine reach & thus was in the fated place to rest upon the wild blessing of Your broad blue chest. i was at the center of the target, Shiva. Your aim was true. now the body is human, yet You have come to play anyway: Your love is spacious, embracing all who sincerely long for You. just as You opened Yourself in the sky, so it is that now on earth You appear before me & draw me deep down into Your heart. You have made me Yours, marked me with Your touch & sign, declared Yourself in full to me. I say yes again, world without end, & we dance. what control has a drifting cloud in the windswept heights of the sky? enfold me in the swift current of Your divine intent, Shiva, & dance me across the wide sky into the blaze of a new dawn.
when the sky splits open & sunshine pours through the broken clouds, i see You, Shiva. You have no form, yet Your presence is strong. may the heart be touched & blessings kindled. may sweetness be released to permeate all who dwell in deep appreciation of the sheer wonder of sky overhead & breath in the warm animal body. may we bow to Your fragrant presence here, Shiva. You make beauty from brokenness & angels from the most humble among us. when the sky splits open & sunshine pours golden honey through the clouds, i see You turning toward this fierce realm. i mirror You, shining light out freely to the world. this light is Your own, recycled through me, giving form to the formless, love to all.
the sky is inscribed with my love song to You, Shiva! or perhaps that lacy script floating upon the blue is Your dear love song to me as my heart sings to you. thus do the heavens truly resound with the power of Your subtle existence, clothed in swift-moving clouds, clothed in the yearning of the heart & my vow to You. all that i see takes on the form of our communion, places us together, united, joined forever. You are the lens i observe through, revealer of love. You have stitched together the pieces of my torn life, etched Your presence on my heart & tenderly nurtured hidden memories into full extravagant bloom. the perfume of Your presence gives a heady sweetness to life as i scan the sky for Your messages sent by bird, by cloud, sun & stars in their many millions. Shiva, hold me in Your eclectic companionship that my energy may be of service to the world as the heart sings Your name like a love song.
the field is open & bare, harvested to stubble, soaking up the streaming light of the sun, rejoicing. the sun, in sacred union with the whole rolling earth, blazes love & joy into the entire galaxy. the galaxy, in vast dance with other galaxies, spins in etheric quantum entanglement & love. love like dark matter. love like nebulae, like quasars. love like gravity, like magnetism, like lightning. love moving like the tides or like blood & lymph flowing. love like egg & sperm uniting. love like human birth. it's the same everywhere: this dance of energy, the holy harmonium sounding a sacred chord that echoes through the heart & bloodstream like music, pure! Shiva, the stars are shining in the sky of my eyes in the heavenly quantum entanglement called love where i am filled with the sound of Your sweet primal OM.
the sky knows the curved arc of Your arrival, sweeping in swiftly at the midheaven's height. the earth knows the impact of Your arrival, spreading in long slow waves out from the center in familiar pattern of quickening life. the sky knows the curved arc of Your arrival. You come from far beyond sky, i awaiting. the heart is awakened & receptive now, the energy focussed, the urgency known in this quickstep dance pattern of creation, in an ever-rising rate of vibration.
i am grateful for the sky, that vast holy blue temple, the moving clouds shaping Your messages of encouragement. i am grateful for the storms rolling through to clean the air, refreshing dry earth with a million rainy kisses. i am happy to see birds tracing patterns high above. i am grateful for that peaceful open arc that lifts me from the weight of personality, opening me to You. i am blessed to feel the sun, radiant giver of life, touching me with warm golden fingers eight light minutes long. the cool glow of the moon unveils luminous soft movement as the stars share distant mysteries partially revealed. the heart soars in gratitude for the lilting spaciousness which brings sweet release from structure, necessity & form, which points to the realm of purity, freedom from concern. i feel i am coming home, Shiva, when i see the sky.
if i say that the sky is "my sky," i mean my experience of sky. if i say that the sun is "my sun," i mean my experience of sun. truly, sky & sun belong to all, neither are they here for any one. all exists in the purity of its own essential bright beingness. therefore, please forgive me when i call You "my Shiva" in my devotion to You, seated firmly in my heart. experience of You in my life truly is given for a blessing & to nurture the shy tender heart in which You dwell, freely spilling out Your love into arteries & veins so that You may shine Your light through me. what am i but Your experience of this embodied realm known through me? such varieties of me & mine! they fly through the clarity of sky like leaves in turbulent autumn wind! ah my Shiva! words fail yet again!
the mountains in morning sun abide, massive, enduring, earth bowing in deep pranam, praying to the golden light in silent rapt communion. trees lift their limbs in worship, mudras of unceasing adoration to radiant giver sun. leaves murmur poems of praise, roots cling in deep earth embrace. the sky extends into space ever open to the sun -- its urgent throbbing presence, its intelligent glory. the sky is the lens of love. things speak continually of this globe of primal fire gliding through clear lambent air. i share their celebration in words like flowers blooming in a high mountain meadow, each petal a namaste to the living light of love.