Canopy Shade
Śri Śivah Pūjā
namaste astu bhagavan viśveśarāya mahādevāya tryambakāya tripurāntakāya trikālāgnikāla kalagniridrāya nilakanthāya mrtyuñjayāya sareśvarāya sadāśivāya śrīmanmahādevāya namah.
Salutation to you, O Lord, the master of the universe, the great Lord, the three-eyed one, the destroyer of Tripura, the extinguisher of the Trikāla fire and the fire of death, the blue-necked one, the victor over death, the Lord of all, the ever-auspicious one, the glorious Lord of all deities.
Tripura: cities built of gold, silver and iron in the sky, air and earth by Maya for the Asuras and burnt by Śivah The golden city of satttva, silver of rajas, and iron of tamas
Trikāla: the three times or tenses
Source in Sanskrit
Ἀσία
Emptiness
May I realize,
That of any measurable quantity
I am empty,
And thus
May I realize,
The immeasurable qualities
Of inherent Buddha Nature.
Psychic Moon
In fractal, fractal intertwined. As to become, as so behind. With singular aim, a cosmic bow, Intent as above, so below. A spectrum of white, Harmonic cosmic blue, Illuminating clear light that is inner 'you.'
Mushroom Hunting B&W
Birds of the Everglades
A Bee on the Breeze
Having sailed over
a green sea,
Far from home
and shore,
Upon a small isle
I set my keel,
A place I’d never
been before,
To replenish
diminished stores
From natures bloom,
Those rebels of doom,
Fragrant flowers
of spring.
So praises I sing
With lines of rhyme,
Of ambrosias
sweet in taste,
‘Fore the sickle of time
Those posies reposed
lays waste.
A Moonlit Memory
Silver moonlight through dense forest leaves, Atop columns of inky arching trees. O’ nocturnal creatures, With elegiac features Satiated, Liberated , Doing as you please. For None there to judge thee, Sinless as an autumnal breeze. Paying homage to gods of old, To their creed the angelic hold, And their secret invocations told. When temporal beauty and youth both fade, Whilst walking the path of the shades, That leads to the domain of grave Hades with child abandon ageless lovers shall be Watched over by plutonian Persephone ‘Til then dance in silver light, without fear of the long night. For ‘nearth Mnemosyne sacred breasts, The holy rites there rest, From oblivion spared devotional intellect And the vows we pray never to neglect.
SOHAM | AUM | OM MANI PADME HUM
