things that float & fly trigger primal joy & amazement in us: birds, butterflies, bubbles & balloons; airplanes, spaceships, ufos. they draw our attention up to the sky, to the sun, moon & stars & other wonders too precious & arcane to divide into diagrams of nouns, verbs & their modifiers, arranged much like bricks in a wall to assure properly predictable results. things that float & fly need abundant space, emptiness, freedom, an openness so vast that the human mind pours itself into a quietude that watches & wonders without structured boundaries. You came to me in that way, Shiva, through the open doorway of the sky, & You established Your home in my heart. You made of me a temple, a place of worship & rejoicing over all these long years since my youth. You were my nameless, invisible companion & confidant & i was the one who held You close. now, at the endgame of this life, You have given me Your name to strengthen my sadhana & to encourage me to continue on here. i'm as though among the singers in a chorus, holding the notes steady & pouring my heart into the great thundering sonic concluding celebration of soaring sound. You lift me skyward, Shiva; You take me to that high place inside that feels like being on a mountain top with all the shining mystery spread before me. i fall into You, into that mystery, & it is none other than the vast undivided Self that exists free of definition & delusion. here, at the outer edge of words, things that float, fly & fall need boundless space, emptiness & freedom.