rising moon

she enters the world like a soft breath 

and turns it to dust 

to blow with the winds of time 

she turns it to ashes 

and she is still there 

in beautiful rich being 

she is there smiling like a stainless 

rising moon 

in the sky so dark 

it is like this, she that sings of 

nothing at all

but lives and lives and lives 

never will this real being 

be destroyed 

but do not think she is a persona

no

this is not right 

she is the light of life 

she is the knowledge uncovered 

she is the created and uncreated

made as one always 

she births the appearance 

but does she change ever? 

oh no 

she is in her love shiva as the 

perfect heart 

and she knows what love is 

and she knows that it is unchanging 

she does not know anything 

but God

she is still

and in light always

forever she lives