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Shiva On the white summit of eternity A single Soul of bare infinities, Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peace His mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy. ut, touched by an immense delight to be, He looks across unending depths and sees !using amid the inconscient silences "he !ighty !other#s dumb felicity. Half now awake she rises to his glance$ "hen, moved to circling by her heart-beats# will, "he rhythmic worlds describe that passion-dance. %ife springs in her and !ind is born$ her face She lifts to Him who is Herself, until "he Spirit leaps into the Spirit#s embrace. Shiva &oems 'ecite melodious Shiva poems on the auspicious occasion of Shivaratri. Shiva poetry invoke devotion and dedication towards %ord Shiva and help us to receive blessings of the holy figure. Given below are some beautiful poems of %ord Shiva. (ivine %ord bless me with your love (ivine %ord bless me with your love, (ivine %ord bless me so that ) may lie at your feet, "hou divine feet emits the glow of eternal *oy (ivine %ord be my guide. (ivine %ord forgive my ignorance, (ivine %ord e+tend your blessings so that ) may bathe in your glorious light. (ivine %ord let me melt into the beauty, (ivine %ord thou are father and mother to me, %ike a naughty child please forgive my sins and my failings. %ead me to your wisdom, %et me bathe in your purity, Offer my devotion to you in this lifetime and others to come. O %ord let me lie at your feet with devotion, less me as your devotee evermore. oh my %ord thou can heal my aching heart, oh %ord let me lie at your feet for eternity. ontributed by arsha Sewlal %ord Shiva On the white summit of eternity A single Soul of bare infinities, Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peace His mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy.

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Who is Shiva? Many stories and legends surround this most prominent figure of Indian spiritual traditions. Is he a god? Or a myth constructed from Hindu culture’s collective imagination? Or is there a deeper meaning to Shiva, revealed only to those who seek?

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Shiva On the white summit of eternityA single Soul of bare infinities,Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peaceHis mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy.But, touched by an immense delight to be,He looks across unending depths and seesMusing amid the inconscient silencesThe Mighty Mothers dumb felicity.Half now awake she rises to his glance;Then, moved to circling by her heart-beats will,The rhythmic worlds describe that passion-dance.Life springs in her and Mind is born; her faceShe lifts to Him who is Herself, untilThe Spirit leaps into the Spirits embrace.Shiva Poems

Recite melodious Shiva poems on the auspicious occasion of Shivaratri. Shiva poetry invoke devotion and dedication towards Lord Shiva and help us to receive blessings of the holy figure. Given below are some beautiful poems of Lord Shiva.Divine Lord bless me with your loveDivine Lord bless me with your love,Divine Lord bless me so that I may lie at your feet,Thou divine feet emits the glow of eternal joyDivine Lord be my guide.Divine Lord forgive my ignorance,Divine Lord extend your blessingsso that I may bathe in your glorious light.

Divine Lord let me melt into the beauty,Divine Lord thou are father and mother to me,Like a naughty child please forgive my sins and my failings.Lead me to your wisdom,Let me bathe in your purity,Offer my devotion to you in thislifetime and others to come.

O Lord let me lie at your feet with devotion,Bless me as your devotee evermore.oh my Lord thou can heal my aching heart,oh Lord let me lie at your feet for eternity.Contributed by: Varsha Sewlal

Lord ShivaOn the white summit of eternityA single Soul of bare infinities,Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peaceHis mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy.But, touched by an immense delight to be,He looks across unending depths and seesMusing amid the inconscient silencesThe Mighty Mothers dumb felicity.

Half now awake she rises to his glance;Then, moved to circling by her heart-beats will,The rhythmic words describe that passion-dance.Life springs in her and Mind is born; her faceShe lifts to Him who is Herself, untilThe Spirit leaps into the Spirits embrace.

Lord Your MayaOh! Lord your Maya does not give me up evenWhen I have given it up. In spite of myresistance it clings to me and follows me.

Your Maya becomes Yogini to the Yogin. Itbecomes a nun to the monk, it becomes aherald to the saint. It adapts itself toeach according to his nature.

When I climbed up the hill, your Maya toocame up; when I entered the forest, yourMaya too entered behind me.So the world does not take its hand offmy back even now!

O, Lord of infinite mercy, your Maya frightensme. O Lord Mallikarjuna, bestow your graceon me.

Our LordAt the worlds dawnThe black cow of cosmic night liesWith the ruddy cow of morningThe Father rapes his virgin daughterAgni, the hunter, shoots his arrowThe Father, a frenzied foaming bull, runsSpilling his seed upon the groundThe daughter runs south.

Ripened by Agni, the progenys patter begins."Fire is a hunter."It sustains and destroys.Vastospati, Guardian of sacred order, lord of vastu,Guardian of the dwelling, site, house, sacrificeManifests.The fallen seed, the birth of humankind,the poem BeginHowling Engender form.

The rhythmic structure, the wild creationThe unnamed god evoke the scene, consciousnesswakes. Time begins. Patter patter. Rhythm pervades the cosmos.

ShivaThere is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky,She killed the pigeons of peace and security,She has taken honesty and confidence from nations and men,She is hunting the lonely heron of liberty.She loads the arts with nonsense, she is very cunningScience with dreams and the state with powers to catch them at last.Nothing will escape her at last, flying nor running.This is the hawk that picks out the stars eyes.This is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan;The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things.Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme,Empty darkness under the death-tent wings.She will build a nest of the swans bones and hatch a new brood,Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.