Maha Shiva Ratri : The Infinite Night Of Shiva

Maha Shivaratri : The Infinite Night Of Shiva
From a grain of sand
you reveal
an infinite mind, an infinite heart;
you  : The Shiva, The Shankara,
the serenity, the peace that does good to all.

The ranges of the Himalayas,
grey and white
are your matted hair,
the maze of walls, the labyrinth, wherein swirl
the waters of the adolescent river, Ganga, virgin, pure.
With abundant grace you don
the dancing waves, the brooks and the streams,
the rivulets light
upon the crown of your head
the delicate world of creepers, branches, foliage green,
glimmering rays of of gorgeous sheen.

And from the woods where beauty dwells,
my glance travels down to your forehead and stops
dazzled by what I see :
tongues of fire, a holy pyre,
leaping up, alternating
between light and dark,
and light again,
until the eye can no longer blink
and I silently shut them to store the vision
of infinite wonder, infinite glory.

The vast expanse of the desert lands
is you forehead now,
an open field where the fire burns
ceaselessly.

With the nightfall comes the time of love,
Shiva's love;
and the crescent moon arrives.
Where is the wilderness gone?
There, where the fire burnt, now the divine blue
pervades your being.
From moment to moment I live and love
and dip my petals
in your waters deep : The Infinite Shiva
The Infinite Love of all beings
The Infinite Shiva, The Infinite Love of all beings