i see the plump dark springtime clouds rolling over the near horizon, rushing on their fingers of rain. this is You, frolicking in the sky, Shiva! You weave Yourself through my hair in Your guise as the gusting wind. ravens soar in circles above, rejoicing in Your divine presence. i also soar in my own way, through intuition & heart & eyes, delighting in the moist richness of wind & rain & Shiva my love, in these exciting springtime energies rising up & raining down. tender roots descend into primal wild earth, drinking hidden nurture, abiding dusky deep & sweet within, urging tree & grain to green. Shiva, You enter me as well, intimate as rain upon the earth, softening the hard & brittle, increasing the receptive & moist. You coax the yearning sprout from the seed, leaving all the tough husks behind as testament to limitations transformed through Your grace, & released.