HIS PRESENCE LIT UP THE SOUL
His presence lit up the soul,
and
even as the sun set
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.
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