the woods at deep twilight smell sweet & moist, immersed in the subtle allure of the night's hidden magic. the roosting crows in repose mutter good night to one another in soft clicks & croaks. shadows settle over the trees, descending from the hands of the sky like a shawl to wrap the woods in featureless & faceless protection. sharp details belong to the day, are necessary to see for the accomplishments & unveilings that take place under the sun. deeds are done & tasks await: gathering & dispersing happens. order is valued & scripts are offered for all the roles & their requirements. survival is the bottom line. i hold myself in to fit within the narrow slot allotted for those such as me. but at night, in the mysterious woods, none of that bright world rules. here in the darkness, the unknown & irrational prevail, & the shadows may be doorways opening into other realms. You come to me through those shadows, Shiva, & tell me of wonders beyond. You touch my heart & unlock it, & i will forever thank You for this, for coming to me. i will forever thank You, Shiva. the woods in full nightfall smell sweet & moist, an invitation to deeper magic. Shiva, soon the moon will rise high & the darkling playmates emerge from hiding. there's a song in my heart that escapes through my lips & it stands as a motto for this entire life. "i mean no harm; i am passing through. i celebrate all existence." thank You, Shiva, for urging me out to befriend the darkness & the unfamiliar. You hold me in Your hands & in Your heart & i hold on to You forever. You take away my concern & You leave me with Your grace, here in the woods in the deep of the night.
i rise into flight & i break into song, into a thousand thousand pieces. they all have their own holy lives & they have their own wings as they fly off to do their own duties. surely songs are free beings with their own dharma after they emerge from the lips: they have their own journeys to set out upon. i carried them all when they were tender & small & it's time now to let them go free. i break out of the prison i carefully made out of rules, roles & regulations. i'm cutting the cords; i'm leaving the matrix. i'm fully out of the chrysalis now, shedding the confining tight old skin & spreading my wings into the rising sunlight. they glow & they know just where to go, & i am but a passenger. Shiva, these wings will take me to You: what else can be their purpose? what else can they do but take me to You? that's what this life is for.