Let the stage be set for a journey that saw the light of day, night and twilight !
As the ground shook into non-existent forms and squares became volatile shapes and sizes, four walls transformed into a world of eye popping pictures !
As time crawled at snails pace, Heath Ledger arrived on his chariot of clouds.. The umbrella skies opened the act with him lying on a cloud as joker ! That pretty much set the mood for the evening ! While baby elephants and dinosaurs kept an eye on their viewership one evil cloud demanded most attention !
The skies closed and the umbrella folded ...parting ways and making space for the green fields. Long sharp sword like grass blades, green at the base yet tinted with yellow glazing the corneas with farther vision. As thoughts clambered up heavily for this boat ride...the green fields parted with a brush of hands into the beginning of a dense forest. The wind whistled and the trees sent word for every live soul to be embraced. Treetops covered the sky, Heath Ledger was left to fume. For entry was barred for anyone who frowned.
As one swept the leaves and entered caves, curved diamonds and precious gems presented themselves in shades of purple and dusted sun yellow right against the lower corners of a circular cave. Concentric circles and swerving inventions intended to convince the unconvinced that not all paths of life lie in the region of control. The Horizon indeed cannot be touched but felt !
Thin lines of clouds painted itself into the background of the pitch ..allowing the skies to bow down to the Lord ! As the mountains of Tibet and the necklaces of The Everest showered the earth with heart-swelling glimpses of the destroyer ! He wrestled the pain of his devotee within a performance of saltation, his dance and made the earth tremble... but whipped a wall of protection around his beloveds. Dark long body, furnished with long braids and crowned with a beaded rudraksha mala . . . His weapon, his moon, his drum, his breath and a dance that defined his world ! A dance that made him part of you and you a part of him. The skies danced with him above the snowy mountains. A trance, a journey ...a meditative creation! Hands folded, eyes closed, legs crossed and a pattern of breathing that knew no pauses... Shiva... My Shiva...Lord Shiva !!!
Time ceased.. Years passed through minutes and softened whispers became loud and penetrative, as the travelling mind fell upon a bodied soul, a wary awareness filled the heart.
Love sprouted hand and legs.
Absence created passion.
Passion created the urge
and now..one awaits the forest...
Just to be whole again !
Om Namah Shivah !
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