My Stella - 9 - Empty Heart

- - My stella - -9 Empty heart Thousands of years ago Shiva danced, In solitary rocky bed and in ecstatic ginger, Inner and outer celebration with suspended breath, He danced in the sun and in the moon and from micro to macro. He danced with mad pursuit of inanition and nothingness to dawn, Thousands of years He gambolled in His own being and extolled His nonentity in the heart of cosmic bliss. Like a shedded leaf sprung as wordless voice and solid silence, a solidified song of infinity. Like shive thou art enshrined in my inner woof and pain of tacit and cubic song, A thousand poems bubble as bead of unpronounced cry through my keerkers and I am defied.