Of Cymbals and Drums

A gleeful meeting of
Sound and silence
Becomes the ‘Sundar Sangeet’  (beautiful music)
Of Shiva’s Thunderous dance.

Cymbals and drums
Poor cousins of my silence.
Have to beat them to get
Something out of them.

Shiva’s silence can
Drip galaxies for free.
Oh yes there is space for
You, You and You too.

The power and beauty
Of this endless space.

Touch it with your song
Touch it with your dance
Touch it with your stillness
Even a scream will do.

Touch it and you
Will drip ecstasy.

Love & Grace,