the world encompasses us like a glove, holding us in place, making sure we know the moves & all the proper things to say. Shiva says this is the embrace of a protective cocoon designed to split open when we expand to fill it too tight. it is meant as an interlude in a long cosmic journey, & these words are but the quick flickers of one with wings in flight.
when a flower falls from its mother plant before my own eyes, i know that it is now offering itself for my altar to Shiva, the one who fills my life full. i myself have fallen into this world & cannot stop from calling out His name, for thus has He touched me & changed my life. His names are many, His presence is One.
on all sides we are urged to action in this world, to produce & share & organize & maintain, to think & discriminate & improve ourselves. great divine beings are also doing their work, all the suns in the galaxies lighting the way, & there is no end to the busyness of action. dear Shiva, i want only to do that which You have set before me, step by step, for You alone. You are actor & the action & the acted-upon & i do nothing but appear here in this world. You reveal to me that which is now needful & it takes on a life of its own, like a story in a vast unfolding divine presentation. dear Shiva, i know You want me to be here but i don't know why, nor am i concerned with it. this is Your world, Shiva, & i am here for You. my own existence is truly action for You. You are my service, my life & my final stop as mind becomes weary of its survival games. You urge me to be aware only of You now & that is my most vital action in this world: to rest in Your refuge as wave rests in ocean.