And as I begin, I bow to Shiva.
May these lines soar, even now, to Shiva.
In darkness, delusion, despair or death,
look, through the light in your brow, to Shiva.
A mountain falling in love with the sky:
Parvati making her vow to Shiva.
Thou male-female, creator-destroyer,
single-duality: Thou Two, Shiva.
I could, like Ganesha, travel the world,
or cut to the chase, and bow to Shiva.
D.I.Y.—Destroy It Yourself, a book
not for dummies, titled: How To Shiva.
Om Namah Shivaya, I bow and sing,
my soul a transcendent shout to Shiva.
The end of life, the end of creation,
we will all return, somehow, to Shiva.
Tandava dancing, this music, this poem—
this life, an offering now, to Shiva.