Shiva

Dear Shankara, have I forgotten you
Why do I fail to feel, you in inner strength
You the one, with most control, yet expressive
Are my teacher and guide, even from my father’s name
My devotion and love for you, I seem to have left inert

Dear Neelakanta, one who can behold poison
One who blessed wisdom, on my guru Adi Sankara
One who can be, as beautiful as Chandrashekhara
As ferocious as Veerabhadra, as abhorable as Bhairava
And yet as innocent, as gracious as Bholenatha


As Nataraja, your inhibitionless Tandava
A metaphor for confidence supreme
Only you, dear Vishwatma, can master over all nature
In you third eye resides the mystery, of destruction and resurrection


O beloved Ishvara, indeed are you all in One
A true mirror of humans, their Mahadeva if there is One
Only you could have resonated, the all-creating Aum
Given us water from the Ganges
And moonlight over your mane


You have set examples, that mistakes everyone can make
But in us also lies, the capacity for deepest penance
For the one most powerful chooses, to reside aloft Kailasha
Practice yoga, austerity and meditate, in harshest weather of all


May you guide this Jeevatma, as the one supreme Parmatma
May all fears be cast aside, be trampled in your tandava
May all humanity work towards, the soul’s true meaning and purpose
We can, for you have created me us, in your very own reflection


I bow to you in Humble Prayer, bless thee devotee, your son
Your conscious Self, watching within, may it bless me with my purpose
Untiring energy may I have, to see the purpose, to it’s end
And live a bliss Life bestows, on ones who live their roles