Speak to us of respect....
In the full moon evening the mountain was alive with fire dancing in her heart.
She glowed a kind radiance despite the dance of Nataraj consuming her entire fire and flame.
A silent music emerges from the unknown to touch her soul and give her spirit free alive love.
Some called it ‘falling into grace’
Some called it ‘the silent tantra’
Some renamed it ‘shiva’
Some labelled it ‘god’
Neither this nor that could touch the fine brush of creation
Neither this nor that could express its poetic isness
In the silent cave the hermit remained silently alive
Hari Om Tat Sat