the things that we see & touch in this world are the shiny mirror-blurry reflections of beauty from anotherWhere, so familiar! we know that dear realm from the hot sweet-swift throb of recognition deep within the heart. we yearn for that original purity, & we chase after the things of this world hoping to reclaim it, yet it disappears in the grasping. the music we hear that moves us to the core is a faint intimation of that glorious music of anotherWhere. we hope to follow it back home to our place of original purity, yet we have become heavy, dense & cumbersome in bodies of warm meat & blood. we know somehow that we are so much more than this, & we quest after that which is still beyond our ability to register. yet this journey comes to us all eventually. it is what happens when we can finally struggle & shrug our way out of our protective yet restraining cocoon or chrysalis. Shiva silently oversees this inevitable timely transformation. He gives us the push & the lift to open our wings & soar finally into the purity of that embracing space of endless enfolding love that we can never quite forget. even our new wings are made of shimmering light & music now that we return to our root origin. it is our home, & we are here bearing the gifts of our various wanderings, ending our exile in moist meat & dense bone, as we return again to the living light of the soul's divine abode.