Shiva now opens

his eyes to see his

reflection--then

closes them again.

he has embodied

the dying process

with the blessing

of her life.

You are the only

illusion that will

ever again be capable

of leaving me sick

at Heart.

what a tremendous

pointer, more emphatic

than I Am...

and knowing beyond a

shadow of a doubt You

feel the intensity of that

selfsame pointing.

this karma is nearing the

wake of its peace, where

parting wanders back from.

i know these permutations

of death to be the profoundest

gift.

wakeful sleep on a yogic bed.

a roar in these ears enjoined to

the sound of shells.

what is being brought

forth saves at it destroys--

the sky's eyes are flickering.

passing away in stateless

states.

if I could extract an: I

to wash you clean of me,

I would...though there is

something too realized

to say it is unjust.

this is the only way to be

at each other's feet.

this honors prayer without

praying.

flowers fold

power,

while remaining

open.

only mercy provides

the coloration of such

a wilting.

unabandoned change.