Melting, flowing like soft water.
Eyes gently closed, infused with the sacred hum.
The sound of rain: drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop.
The overwhelming sway
is taking over once again.
Breathing deeply,
softly into my belly and up towards my chest,
expanding, contracting
with every breath.
Riveting silence of the night is inviting me to write.
I willingly respond.
Half asleep in my twilight zone,
my ink-soaked eager nib begins to flow.
In moments rare, I glimpse the grace of flow,
To be like water, free and unconfined.
And though we seem so firm and often set in stone,
the truth of life is fluid, ever-changing.
Like waves that crash upon the shore and roam,
we’re part of nature’s dance,
forever forming and transforming.
Unless willingly absorbed,
the air we breathe can never be controlled.
Like solidity is to a rock,
and swiftness to the air,
meandering through life
Like a river towards the ocean,
embraced between the Earth and sky.
We imbibe it all:
clay, water, air, fire.
They all came together,
summoned to give life to our glorious form.
With utmost mathematical precision,
you and I were born.
Life came together,
as life always comes together.
Every morning,
we open our eyes to greet the rising sun.
As within so without, the dance of Shiva1 must go on.
Dance, my friend, the very best you can.
May your life be merry!
For you are the summoning of life,
reflected through every cell of your body.
One with the rising sun,
you are the Graceful Glory.
1. Shiva (Sanskrit: शिव): auspicious one.