if i say that the sky is "my sky," i mean my experience of sky. if i say that the sun is "my sun," i mean my experience of sun. truly, sky & sun belong to all, neither are they here for any one. all exists in the purity of its own essential bright beingness. therefore, please forgive me when i call You "my Shiva" in my devotion to You, seated firmly in my heart. experience of You in my life truly is given for a blessing & to nurture the shy tender heart in which You dwell, freely spilling out Your love into arteries & veins so that You may shine Your light through me. what am i but Your experience of this embodied realm known through me? such varieties of me & mine! they fly through the clarity of sky like leaves in turbulent autumn wind! ah my Shiva! words fail yet again!
the mountains in morning sun abide, massive, enduring, earth bowing in deep pranam, praying to the golden light in silent rapt communion. trees lift their limbs in worship, mudras of unceasing adoration to radiant giver sun. leaves murmur poems of praise, roots cling in deep earth embrace. the sky extends into space ever open to the sun -- its urgent throbbing presence, its intelligent glory. the sky is the lens of love. things speak continually of this globe of primal fire gliding through clear lambent air. i share their celebration in words like flowers blooming in a high mountain meadow, each petal a namaste to the living light of love.