SHIVA / SHAKTI
The didgeridoo is blowing
The thought forms are running
Away . . .
Stop.
The Being
Spreads His wings
On everyone
And tonite I meet the Beloved
He tells me
Can you keep me ?
When I try to hold him
grab him
gone . . .
Tonite I meet the Beloved
Hands off
I surrender . . .
He is here
Tonite I meet the Beloved
I keep quiet
I melt
We dissolve in one Embrace
Tonite the Beloved told me
Now you know how to keep me