Saying the mantra you become the mantra
Believing the word you become the word
Then what am I? What is my word?
Who is my Shiva?
He is impish, frenziedly dervish
Spinning little ribbons of blessing
In the forests of Nunspeet
For a world of non-believers
He is grace flooding, river of love gushing;
The witness who sees and knows everything:
That is my Vijnana* after sitting in meditation
The result of much illumination.
*direct knowledge that comes from experiences
© Millicent Danker
4 August 2004 / 13 May 2013