Damaru
In the silent pulse of the cosmos vast,
Where shadows dance with light at last,
There blooms a moment, timeless, pure,
Where space and time dissolve, obscure.
In the sacred union of Shiv and Shakti,
Matter and spirit blend mystically,
A dance eternal, cosmic, grand,
Where space holds time within its hand.
The rhythm of creation’s breath,
Song of life, and song of death,
But here, in this supramental plane,
All dualities cease, all forms are the same.
In the heart of this divine embrace,
Space becomes time’s endless face,
And time, in turn, flows like a stream,
Merging with space, like a seamless dream.
Here, the dance of Shiva’s fire,
Meets Shakti’s grace, the purest desire,
And in their union, worlds are born,
In a timeless space, the veil is torn.
The universe hums with a silent song,
Where right and wrong, where short and long,
Lose their meaning, fade away,
In the light of this eternal day.
At that moment, all is one,
The moon, the stars, the blazing sun,
Space equals time, and time is space,
In the supramental dance of grace.
Shiv and Shakti, together they rise,
In a cosmic love that never dies,
And in their gaze, the truth unfurls,
The secret of the universe, the dance of worlds.
In this moment, vast and wide,
Space and time stand side by side,
A union divine, a cosmic thread,
Where all is alive, where nothing is dead.
For in this dance, all is whole,
The body, the mind, the infinite soul,
And in the light of their embrace,
Space equals time, in sacred grace.
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