The Eternal Union!

A short poem on Arunachala Shiva where the seeker sees Him as the Lord, the Master and her own Being.

Shiva, the Lord of my heart,

       You captured me unsought,
       In your embrace I am eternally caught,
       Beyond the dividing thoughts.

       Shiva in my heart,
       We are never apart,
'The sole being you are', you impart,
       From this truth never should I depart.

       Shiva is my heart,
       Sans an end and a start,
       From this truth of the heart,
       Grace will never do me apart.

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