HIS PRESENCE LIT UP THE SOUL

HIS PRESENCE LIT UP THE SOUL

His presence lit up the soul,
and
even as the sun set, 
the play of Shiva had just begun.
Ah! The endless game,
rising and shining and setting and whining,
was just to,
one by little one,
light us all
up in flame,
not death!
But, the unsound and immortal Name,
AUM!
Namah Shivaye.

Shiva Poetry