A picture of movement
A show of grace
A vision striking me with awe
I fear this sight
Huge and luminous
Thy hair flying in circles
Stuck like tentacles to time
The forehead clear and calm
Thy eye closed in Joy
The sharp nose as though breathless
And only the smile calms me
Fire blazing around Thee
Consuming every essence of existence
To me these elements in time
Have come to reassure me of life
Yet You care not for This Bhakta
Lost in the quest for Bliss
You burn up all my comfort
Not hearing my pleas to Thee
Oh Lord crush me with Thy raised feet
Or dissolve This body in Thy dance
I yearn for something
Which Thee say am Me
I care not for this vision
As Thy presence evokes fear
I care only to be
As Thee gracing Thy fields
I happen to see now
my identity as Thy reflection
Of luminous Infinite Awareness
In a mind identified to Thy fields
I am but Thy reflection
Held in a spectacle of time
Viewing a world The senses project
In Thy Loving Ever consuming Fire
You are Shiva The Auspicious
You are Nataraja the Lord of dance
I am but Thy reflection - a lie
Praying for Thy grace and consummation
May You show me the way
Om Tat Sat
