PARASHAKTI
a little forgetful about who He was !
So she handed him a mirror and said “You are Shiva! See”
An aeon passed in Self admiration And then, at last , spoke He ,
"And who, may I ask, are Thee?”
"I am you", she said, "Shiva! But you may call me Shakti,
that will enable you,
to see you as you , and me as me."
"This is amazing" he cried!
"How can it be? You are you and I am me,
Yet you insist, not two, are We!
Ah what a mystery!! "
And so saying, held her tenderly…
"Shiva", she whispered silently,
"We have been in timeless embrace ,
and not just a moment ago, as you perceive,
and now, a small separation must be..."
"This is fun, don’t let go", He did plead,
But a pristine motherhood, on Her face did glow,
" It's only to enhance the show,
do believe! there is more,so much more.."
so saying, Parashakti, mother of all,
did go.
Then, seated on a lion, atop the tallest hill
She wove out her magical will..
and painted , ah, a magical world!
Of birds and bees
flowers and trees
and,blowing a celestial kiss
gave life to each!
One by one,
from the delightful dream
dreamy kids awoke
to play and prance,
then,slowly advanced
learning the steps,
of Shiva's own dance.
"This whole world is your mirror,
don't you see?"
Once again did Shakti beseech,
Her Lord ,Shiva,
to bend down His distant skies, and reach.
~ Shiva poetry by Shail Gulhati: Shiva and Mysticism.
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