HE DANCED
That ‘Shiva was an aloof mendicant’, was the greatest misnomer.
He defied the very concept that the more mystic one is, the more detached he becomes. Contrary to what people had come to believe of Him, as the most mystic of all, He was desperately attached and fallibly infatuated, which made Him endearingly human.
He loved relationships, in fact, craved for them, surfing with equal intensity the crests of one and all in a tumultuous ocean of relationships and feelings; sometimes knowing, at other times eager to know, how his favourite people had surfaced to their present form in this ocean of manifestation: He always wanted a recap from the other’s story.
He defied the very concept that the more mystic one is, the more detached he becomes. Contrary to what people had come to believe of Him, as the most mystic of all, He was desperately attached and fallibly infatuated, which made Him endearingly human.
He loved relationships, in fact, craved for them, surfing with equal intensity the crests of one and all in a tumultuous ocean of relationships and feelings; sometimes knowing, at other times eager to know, how his favourite people had surfaced to their present form in this ocean of manifestation: He always wanted a recap from the other’s story.
And so, between togetherness and separation,loneliness and jubilation, He danced in turn with pleasure and bittersweet pain.
Dance was a key. It was His most innate nature, to respond to an inner song with every sinewed muscle in His body. Night or day, dark or bright, the end, or just signaling a beginning , dance was the form behind all His form.
Dance was a key. It was His most innate nature, to respond to an inner song with every sinewed muscle in His body. Night or day, dark or bright, the end, or just signaling a beginning , dance was the form behind all His form.
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