So many feelings swell up
Rising above the brink of the soul
Ready to deluge the heart
Poetry finds another medium
Flows eloquently across the impassive paper
Forever flooded with feelings
Soul within heaves a sigh of relief
For the unsaid have now found a voice

Yet he slumbers
In the unborn air

O'er the snow mountains
Where he gazes upon heavens

Sleeps the universe
With his half eyed gaze

Trance he brings
Rattling drums with **** and ashes

Rhythmic dance resonates
Between the infinite and finite

The hooded serpent is the charmer
Still in his masters matted locks
Where the Ganga flows in icy waters

Futile attempts have made many
To awaken the hermit
Slumbering in conscious infinity

He is the god
Whom the goddess shall awaken

Names he has many

Holding the poison blue in his throat
He's called Neelkantha

The angry God he becomes Rudra

In worldly affairs he assumes
The title Shankara

He's the God whom the Goddess shall awaken
He is Shiva

~

earth's stunning beauty...
a bitter sweet concoction
we imbibe to pass away
the hours, the haze,
our allotted days
with effervescing
memories!

~

*post script.

written in response to a club-member's photo post on another site...
a medley of photos from her garden.

her photos, my musings...
how could she know that today is a musing, effervescent day?