In the churning of everyday lives
The poison oozes from the nether of the world's being
I'm not the SHIV for sure
To drink this poison and become the Neelkanth-
as the Shakti within lies imprisoned in the lowly minds of worldly hollows
She rises not to stop the poison -
The blue ocean it is , of my being .
Dark in the dumps, the draining into the shallows of what people think
To fall into their 'likeness' spectrum -
The haters will hate, the spite will spew,
Without rhyme or reason
Then why question the affliction?
The poison will always ooze
It will hover like a cloud banishing one to self doubt
Need I cower down everytime -
Even if countless snakes bite
Or the lapping crocodiles take a piece of my flesh? -
I'm in my barest - NOT the seed sown by a hollowed out Brahm or the whimsical maya -
I'm beyond the transient,
I'm the offspring of the Shiv- indestructible!
His Shakti might lie crouched for the time being -
But in the timeless cycle of creation - the hiranyagarbha never stops to pulsate -
That Shakti waits to express herself in the silence and stillness -
In the darkness, the Goddess rises in due time,
Undoubtedly, unfailingly!
I'm the offspring of the Shiv- indestructible!
His Shakti might lie crouched for the time being -
But in the timeless cycle of creation - the hiranyagarbha never stops to pulsate -
That Shakti waits to express herself in the silence and stillness -
In the darkness, the Goddess rises in due time,
Undoubtedly, unfailingly!
