i wrap you in these words when the cold wind bites through your mask when the rags you wear fall apart when your dark secrets are exposed i wrap you in these words om namah shivaya i rub these words into your skin like rose-scented lotus oil like a warm healing unguent like a gentle angel's touch i rub these words into your skin om namah shivaya i feed these words to you in the emptiness of hunger in the solitude of your night in the depths of your abstraction i feed these words to you om namah shivaya i shine these words into you like sunlight into your shadows like moonlight upon your ocean like the warmth that pulls sprout from seed i shine these words into you om namah shivaya i plant these words in your soul into the nameless they go plunging into the subtle shifting yearning into the moist readiness of now i plant these words in your soul om namah shivaya
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?