DREAM WEAVER
This was Shiva: Always self-absorbed. Right in the middle of where one high ended and another began: In the middle of high always, a divine paradox.
Sensual as the trances were, He recognized the tendency of drifting and sometimes, even getting completely swept away with their tidal sequences. There He was! With all sails up in an enchanting and very fluid cosmic ocean, in a ship on the seas, sometimes coming ashore at a forest, a high mountain top, or then drop deep into a valley, a desert or then on a ground with burning pyres.But in a moment, He would realise that He was, in fact, tucked in the safety of His own bed, in the very snow-clad mountain others dreamt of finding. In the safety of His own Self, He was awake, once again.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
Sensual as the trances were, He recognized the tendency of drifting and sometimes, even getting completely swept away with their tidal sequences. There He was! With all sails up in an enchanting and very fluid cosmic ocean, in a ship on the seas, sometimes coming ashore at a forest, a high mountain top, or then drop deep into a valley, a desert or then on a ground with burning pyres.But in a moment, He would realise that He was, in fact, tucked in the safety of His own bed, in the very snow-clad mountain others dreamt of finding. In the safety of His own Self, He was awake, once again.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
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