the field is open & bare, harvested to stubble, soaking up the streaming light of the sun, rejoicing. the sun, in sacred union with the whole rolling earth, blazes love & joy into the entire galaxy. the galaxy, in vast dance with other galaxies, spins in etheric quantum entanglement & love. love like dark matter. love like nebulae, like quasars. love like gravity, like magnetism, like lightning. love moving like the tides or like blood & lymph flowing. love like egg & sperm uniting. love like human birth. it's the same everywhere: this dance of energy, the holy harmonium sounding a sacred chord that echoes through the heart & bloodstream like music, pure! Shiva, the stars are shining in the sky of my eyes in the heavenly quantum entanglement called love where i am filled with the sound of Your sweet primal OM.
i am grateful for the sky, that vast holy blue temple, the moving clouds shaping Your messages of encouragement. i am grateful for the storms rolling through to clean the air, refreshing dry earth with a million rainy kisses. i am happy to see birds tracing patterns high above. i am grateful for that peaceful open arc that lifts me from the weight of personality, opening me to You. i am blessed to feel the sun, radiant giver of life, touching me with warm golden fingers eight light minutes long. the cool glow of the moon unveils luminous soft movement as the stars share distant mysteries partially revealed. the heart soars in gratitude for the lilting spaciousness which brings sweet release from structure, necessity & form, which points to the realm of purity, freedom from concern. i feel i am coming home, Shiva, when i see the sky.
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.