Thursday, November 18, 2004

When Shiva Dances

When Shiva dances with arms whirling
I sit in the fields watching the morning sun appear,

When Shiva bends gracefully touching hand to foot
I rise, tending to obligations appearing,

When Shiva arches, with head gazing high
I churn over thoughts while walking homeward,

When Shiva leaps, keeping solemn tempo
I sit in the fields watching the afternoon sun descend,

Morning-rise, from collapsing night
Dream death into dream life
All measures found sufficient
As twilight falls, as radiant day surrenders

What is destroyed but all illusion?



Blogger Trev Diesel said...

Om Namah Shivaya!

What an excellent poem. It actually pulled me out of dispair this evening. The past two days I have been stuck in illusion - identifying myself with my melodrama. Your poem helped open me to the now-reality of God and "His" ability to distroy all that is false and fleeting!


9:35 PM  
Blogger gratefulbear said...

What an achingly beautiful poem. Thank you so much for posting it.

11:56 PM  

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