Flying Baby Elephants.

My interpretation of Lord Shiva at a certain time.
Flying above gaseous bubbles, the white forest seems thin. Looking far into this land of the lord as baby elephants scrimp their eyes and flap their wings just as their daddies would do to frighten the climbers.                                 
As one goes through the time-tablet of oscillation, a distant calling is heard with the sound of a bell ! The calling from the white mountain ! A calling that makes you open your eyes to a land, a land of purgatory.                                  
Why this war of who and what ? Why this possession of the almighty when the entire river bed has his sediments in different patches and colours ?                                                                                                               
Passage of Spirits, their delays of passing on and their protection, all have their journeys to be completed !!
Sitting on the white clouded elephant, we must be being laughed at !!