Shiva loves to look at Parvati... He meditates and devises countless senses to taste her in every which way. He is primordial Awareness willfully contracted to become the limited awareness of all sentient beings.

And Parvati... She loves to dance a million ways for Him, feeding his appetite with her beauty, love and power... wraps herself in feathers, falls as rain on his body... bewitches as the full moon in a diamond sky... looks at him through the eyes of gazelles... becomes the first f... read more

God’s in foolish jest we make such messes of each other’s souls..
Snide comments and quick quips that cut to the quick
and make lumps rise up from the bowels of your being
to the top of your throat where they stick-
solid stones of wounded ego and wound up pride,
pushed aside and dashed on the rocks of brashness.

Damn I hate my mouth,
that trips and runs off, never checking in first,
telling me where it’s headed, or if it’ll be home before dark…'''''
Dark, where the night... read more