When the Divine finds its plurality as One, it is forever.

“Sati” His voice worked like an awakening call.
“Sati” He repeated. And He did not say anything else; there was, nothing else to say. 
Shiva repeating her own name like a mantra on His lips, was like a thousand poems sung, 
by a divine singer who voiced eternity in each moment.
“Shiva”, she managed to utter the mantra she had, indeed been repeating a million times over.
‘’ Yes, my dearest” He answered.
“Shiva, will we be together?” she asked.
“We are together” He smiled .
“No. I mean will we be together always, like this?”
“Yes, we will always be together” He answered.
“Is it possible for one to be conjoined by her Isha? Please don’t wake me up from this dream..”
“ Humesha” He whispered softly.
“Humesha?” she asked.
“Hum, Isha. When the Divine finds its plurality as One, it is forever. A love so perfect it becomes clear there never were two! This is no dream, Sati, it is the coming true of the dream” He said with a soft but definite authority, gently putting Sati’s feet on the ground. She stood face to face, His arm still around her, there , where He planted her, as if she had always been there, and whispered in sweet resonance, ‘Humesha’.
{Excerpt from the forthcoming book SHIVA from Shail Gulhati: Shiva and Mysticism.