The Infinite Night Of Shiva

Maha Shivaratri : The Infinite Night Of Shiva
From a grain of sand  you reveal an infinite mind, an infinite heart;
you  : The Shiva, The Shankara,
the serenity, the peace that does good to all.

The ranges of the Himalaya,
grey and white
are your matted hair,
the maze of walls, the labyrinth wherein swirl
the waters is the adolescent Ganga, virgin, pure.
With abundant grace you don
her dancing waves, the brooks and the streams,.
the rivulets light. You wear upon
 the crown of your head
the delicate world of creepers, branches, foliage green,
glimmering rays  of gorgeous sheen.

And from the woods upon the top of your head where beauty dwells,
my glance travels down to your forehead and stops,
dazzled by what I see :
tongues of fire, a holy pyre,
leaping up, alternating
between light and dark
and light again,
until the eye can no longer blink
and I silently shut them to store the vision
of infinite wonder, infinite glory.

The vast expanse of the desert lands
is you forehead now,
an open field where the fire burns
ceaselessly.

With the nightfall comes the time of love,
Shiva's love;
and the crescent moon arrives.
Where is the wilderness gone?
Where the fire burnt, now the divine blue
pervades your being.
Moment to moment I live and love
and dip my petals
in your waters deep: the infinite Shiva,

the infinite love of all the beings!
The Infinite Shiva, The Infinite Love of all beings