Light Itself

I sought in
Soft-whispered
Meditative corridors
To find
That,
Which you are.

My Shiva,
My Beloved....
Light,
Itself.

You ignite
My innermost
Most intimate
Core of being.

Now,
My being
Is intertwined
In exquisite
Rivulets of ecstasy.

This ecstatic fusion
No longer
But a delusion.

That,
Which you are.
My Shiva...
My Beloved...
Light,
Itself.

I felt this
Falling.
And in
Falling
I fell
But softly
Into your arms.
Encase me
Surround me.
You are all I see.

My protector,
They spoke of us
In ancient hymns.

That myth incarnate,
We are that.

Here I am,
But a miniscule
Molecule of existence
Of the Divine Essence.
Source.
Oneness.

And,
Here I feel
Everything with you.

Let us melt.
This ecstasy
Is the original essence.

My Shiva...
My Beloved...
Light,
Itself.

You are that
For which
I've been seeking.
And now my
Seeking
Has found it's finality.

My Shiva...
My Beloved...
Light,
Itself.