The Dance of Shiva

Original painting by the author

The Spirit playing,
The Spirit longing,
The Spirit with fancy creating all,
Surrenders himself to the bliss of love…
Amid the flowers of His creation, He lingers in a kiss…
Blinded by their beauty, He rushes, He frolics, He dances, He whirls…
He is all rapture, all bliss, in this play
Free, divine, in this love struggle.
In the marvellous grandeur of sheer aimlessness,
And in the union of counter aspirations
In consciousness alone, in love alone,
The Spirit learns the nature of His divine being…

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Recommended read: “The Dance of Shiva” by Ananda Coomaraswamy