Shiva and the fear of death
Shiva and the fear of death
In the beginning there was Shiva. There was nothing and out of this zero came everything. Within the rims of the zero lie all that is between the two ends of infinity. Fear and love, joy and loathing, sorrow and wonder, desire, anger and peace. Blearg. The blearg sentiment also lies within this limitless "O".
In the beginning, there was a big, fat zero like s"O". It burst and threw out flaming rocks of its own nothingness. Yet faster than fire, faster than even liquid or light, traveled space. Space through which we move, space across which light sends its glimmering message, space for mountains to inch upward, space for setting strings so that sound may bounce off them in harmony, space for supernovas to swallow as they bulge and erupt, space enclosed by mirrored walls of a studio, within which I watch my reflection and wonder what to do.
How do we wake up? Out of the wrong side of bed...with a frown. With a smile left behind by a sweet dream and then dissolve into tears of disappointment. Or with a start, from a night-mare and then at once thankful for the safety of daylight. How many times a week do we wake up feeling anything at all?
Indifference. So many mornings of indifference. One more day. Another day in paradise is exactly the same as another day in the purgatory. Today began with indifference.
What will purge one of indifference? To wake up to the fact that we are not. I climbed up the top of a hill and considered free falling. Oh glory. To hear my blood flow, to hear my nerves crackle and to hear my heart beat. But one is not indifferent to death. Only to life.
Thats how it ends. Shiva..the god of THE END. But Shiva is the god of dance, dancing to the rhythm of the universe, of little atoms in their shells, of oceanic waves, the rhythm of the seasons, of day and night and of every breath. When we stop breathing, we blend into another instrument of the divine rhythm- the earth itself. If our ears weren't so used to it, we would be able to hear the earth spin.
Fear and love, joy and loathing, sorrow and wonder, desire, anger and peace. Heaven and hell. It is the cosmic gift, we were allowed to hear the universe speak in feeling.
In the beginning there was Shiva. There was nothing and out of this zero came everything. Within the rims of the zero lie all that is between the two ends of infinity. Fear and love, joy and loathing, sorrow and wonder, desire, anger and peace. Blearg. The blearg sentiment also lies within this limitless "O".
In the beginning, there was a big, fat zero like s"O". It burst and threw out flaming rocks of its own nothingness. Yet faster than fire, faster than even liquid or light, traveled space. Space through which we move, space across which light sends its glimmering message, space for mountains to inch upward, space for setting strings so that sound may bounce off them in harmony, space for supernovas to swallow as they bulge and erupt, space enclosed by mirrored walls of a studio, within which I watch my reflection and wonder what to do.
How do we wake up? Out of the wrong side of bed...with a frown. With a smile left behind by a sweet dream and then dissolve into tears of disappointment. Or with a start, from a night-mare and then at once thankful for the safety of daylight. How many times a week do we wake up feeling anything at all?
Indifference. So many mornings of indifference. One more day. Another day in paradise is exactly the same as another day in the purgatory. Today began with indifference.
What will purge one of indifference? To wake up to the fact that we are not. I climbed up the top of a hill and considered free falling. Oh glory. To hear my blood flow, to hear my nerves crackle and to hear my heart beat. But one is not indifferent to death. Only to life.
Thats how it ends. Shiva..the god of THE END. But Shiva is the god of dance, dancing to the rhythm of the universe, of little atoms in their shells, of oceanic waves, the rhythm of the seasons, of day and night and of every breath. When we stop breathing, we blend into another instrument of the divine rhythm- the earth itself. If our ears weren't so used to it, we would be able to hear the earth spin.
Fear and love, joy and loathing, sorrow and wonder, desire, anger and peace. Heaven and hell. It is the cosmic gift, we were allowed to hear the universe speak in feeling.
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