You live in my heart, Shiva, melting my resistance to transformation & its needful dissolution. this is a small pralaya, a time of rest & calm after the long intense birthing & care of the born. down from the mountain & into the plowed field is the natural path for water to flow, & for me too, past the resistance & ignorance, proceeding onward to the deepest place of the innermost sweet stillness. slowly bindings are easing, tangles are resolving & quietude is soothing the rough edges & rips. the surface is placid, the currents at rest for now. this is a small pralaya, a time of rest & calm. You live in my heart, Shiva, melting my resistance.
THIS HAPPENED 