Shiva

Shiva is the essence, indeed,

In everyone, a part of Shiva is breed.

 

In the ten directions, Shiva dwells,

Within our inner minds as well.

Shiva is body, mind, and speech,

In the heart, His praises reach.

 

In every atom, Shiva resides,

In every being, Shiva abides.

 

Shiva is the universe, timeless and vast,

From beginning to end, Shiva is the cast.

 

From Muladhara to Sahasrara's crown, 

Shiva's “Pinak” stretches, a bow most profound.

 

On the string of the mind, Shiva is drawn, 

His arrows of detachment are not withdrawn.

 

In Muladhara, Shiva is Ganesh's grace,

In Swadhisthana, Shiva is Brahma's face.

 

In Manipura, Shiva is the fire's might,

Where Vishnu's lotus blooms above the navel’s sight.

 

In Anahata, Shiva's sacred sound does ring, In Vishuddhi, Shiva is Rudra, the king.

 

In Ajna, Shiva is the soul's true light,

In Sahasrara, Shiva is the supreme height.

 

There is nothing beyond Shiva's domain, Apart from Shiva, all else is inane.

 

Nothing is more beautiful than Shiva's might, Nothing is eternal as Shiva's light.

 

Shiva is the life's breath, the essence of being,

Shiva is the soul's welfare, always freeing.

 

Saturday, 25/05/2024   11:00 AM

Ajay Sardesai (Megh)