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?
2004
posted by isaiah @ 9:14 AM
2 Comments:
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!
Namaste!
What an achingly beautiful poem. Thank you so much for posting it.
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