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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Om Namah Shivaya

What can we do
but cry to Shiva?

Crescent moon in hair,
trident in hand.

One day I went out
and he slipped
into my earth body,
became my blood.
As I turned to see,
I saw him looking back
from everywhere.

Now he is the face
of everyone,
each thing I behold.
He is who I am.

He is the dancer,
I the dance.

Dorothy Walters
November 25, 2008

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