Night of Shiva

Folder: 
Hindu


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Night's sunrays are shed.
Birds are wingsheltered.
Blooms infold their petaled shutters.
Now evening unshod
tiptoes closer to earth.
Skycloud shadowers
become one with earthshde..
The moon murmurs Hushshshsh
that through the gate
of Night Quiet
you may hear
the whispers of Shiva.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

thank you to the areaTheosophical newsletter for publishing
this poem in the early 80's.

 

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