OM
That which is not,
The space between,
The formless
And form.
With grace
Shiva takes
The river of pure creation
Spiraling through his head
He dreams
The dreams of dreamers.
Oh Mahadeva,
With your laugh
The illusion falls.
OM
I dissolve into nothing,
I let go
Deeper.
Sitting.
Being.
No thought.
No mind.
Just breath.
Infinite time.
Om Nama Shivaya,
As I become nothing,
Lose all notion of self,
There emerges
A gentle whisper,
“I am everything.”
Oh Destroyer,
Destroy all that which is not serving me,
Rattle out my defilements,
Crush all the suffering of existence,
Until we become one.
Until I remember it is you,
Behind all eyes,
In every disguise.
Dear Lord,
Your dance evaporates galaxies.
Your heartbeat,
Is the rhythm of my awakening.
To you I surrender,
Until I realize I am surrendering
To the Infinite part of myself
Within me all along.