the field with edges crisp & clear by day becomes a blur at night. i find my way by feel alone & not by focussed searching sight. edges dim as colors shift into hidden subtle camouflage. elusive spirits are inspired to dance & play as if on stage. the dark sky rolls its mysteries out as i stand entranced to see moving shapes turning to me for my attention in silent plea. i have no eyes for shifting things, no heart for fading fleeting forms. i'm here for the love of Lord Shiva who gives to me his welcome. the field, spread out beneath the stars that swim within the darkling deep, is now become a welcome mat to cushion Shiva's holy feet. He rises through the ready earth, descends down from the pregnant sky, unfolds His presence everywhere: He dwells in my heart, deep inside. the field is a holy temple now, filled with Shiva's radiance. i am the awakening soul who's here for Shiva's famous dance. we steadily repeat this theme of separation & reunion, as we have done since time's begun as blessing & benediction.