Shakti is the breath
Shiva the space it traverses
Without her,
He is inert
Without him
She is fire wild
She coils at the muladhar
He waits at the Sahasrara
Breath bridges their kiss.
He is the mountain still
She a gurgling river that sings
Love erodes all forms.
He is sky, untouched.
She, the moon that waxes bright
Each night,
she dances wilder
but never leaves
his gaze.
Shiva stands alone
A Deodar tree on high peaks
Shakti is the light
That filters through ancient leaves
Warming his Himalayan heart
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