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.

~ From the book ' Shiva poetry' by Shail Gulhati: Shiva and Mysticism. 51 poems of devotion.