Shiv Shakti Yoga & Dance

I believe if you hit love, Love will hold your fist and embrace it Like water Unchanging, pure and true.   I believe if you douse Love, Its flame will rise up And engulf you. Burn you in its intensity that your darkness will be cleared away, until only it remains untouched, everlasting and whole.   I believe if you dirty Love, Put garbage, insults, accusations on it Into the Earth, the Mother will embrace you That you’ll wonder at your misdeeds, And you will clean Her… and wo

I am not afraid…   You could say   To write, or share, this tale   If my pen would allow   With the date and all.   This tale of me and   Om Shanti.   He was to Me, My son Yes, But so much more in all the roles he’s played for Me.  To find the space for this tale.   I go to Not.   Beyond the veil   Where I am not that,   I just am.  Shanti   I prayed for him to come for a long time and eventually he did.  Taking one form or another.   I served with Him… on the wall you could

The winds blew in and kissed my lips and I know it was you who sent it…   Across the Sea, they travelled to meet me, swirling around me and rejoicing,   Shanti.   As I sat on the sand, looking out at, you barely a dot on the horizon how, but still, my focal point.   I loved to watch you at Sea… Like you were part of the horizon.  Like without you, it was incomplete somehow.  There is the Sea, meeting the Sky – the Sun hanging over the clouds at the meeting point…   But where

I hear the train, as it races by on the tracks.   Where did you go, I look at my hands there was no more – only letting go.  No struggle anymore… did that happen or was it a dream.  Me alone sitting back on the back car as the train zooms.  What just happened?  Where did he go?   I try to sort it out – this vague recollection of a person – I was helping.   My hands wave through the tall grasses in the field, as I wear white.   It’s gone.   There is Him – no more…   What do I

What would make you stop loving Me,   Om… Anything?   Nothing.   Nothing?   Nothing…   I saw Her…   Shanti…   After what He told Me…   My...

Om…   He is my companion… my best friend. My soulmate, my lover…   … left side - .   What he means to me   Right side - .   Above…     Sun… To think they named him that… gives some hope to the black void he has become.   He has accompanied Me…through the ages… We learn from each other…   We grow…   I love Him, because He is my Om.   He is Me, and I am Him.   I know Him, like I know the back of my own hand.  I know His darkness, I know his Light.   We were created, as One… Him

Family is something I never had, but always wanted.   I’ve been… working…  you could say… since birth.   Working… on my way Home… to get...

Harmony… is what is between the strings of an instrument when it is played.   Each string, having its own purpose, each chord, striking its own tune, unique in its individuality,   yet when played together,   becomes… Harmony.   It is a dance of moving parts, of moving strings, that when taken together, create this kind of melody,   this kind of symphony,   that is harmony.   It is where each piece, each string, each person even is playing their role, as unique and individual

Peace Is what I return to… each day   After a hard day’s work.   Just waiting for me… gently   To arrive back Home again.   When I go…...