My messy house!
This holy jumble!
Let it be a shrine to Shiva,
Hindu god of destruction.

May I view the dust as
ashes of my ancestors,
imbued with their spirits
and creativity.

Let the stacks of overdue books,
mail to be sorted,
bills to be paid and
records to file
be a draft of my history,
raw and waiting to be shaped.

May I see in the cobwebs
the dust of stars and planets
from ancient times.

Let the chaos represent
a potential universe.

But mostly, please
let me have
time to clean it up
before my guests arrive!