John Libertus


Shiva - Poem by John Libertus

I am Sakala Shiva, Father of Wounds,
Full-Moon Shiva, One with the Mother, I kill to save -

don't worry about it, it's gonna get better

I had no use for my knees,
I threw myself face down in the dirt, and begged

then I did what He said
and my light winked out
and a greater one rose


I am Niskala Shiva, you'll meet me
in some dark tunnel of hell, when the flame is gone from the candle;
if we meet in a narrow place, you'll die of the cold -

Niskala, Dark Moon, without the Mother;
shava, corpse-Shiva, the bearded tramp in the snow;
as the bloom gone, the stem dry and brittle,
I bend near breaking whenever the north wind blows -

this vessel will pass, but the will will go on, you will meet me forever
behind you, before you, within you, the thorns of the Rose


Comments about Shiva by John Libertus

  • (5/9/2006 1:33:00 AM)


    Nice to know there is a fellow shaivite (Report) Reply

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  • (5/8/2006 11:19:00 PM)


    Father of wounds - a greater one rose - the thorns of the rose. Great stuff. I'd delet the 'don't worry about it it's going to get better' as a distraction. Shakti/Shiva rules us all (though, as you may have noticed) I am a Vishnaiva, precariously perched, trying to maintain. Thanks for posting this. I'm sure I'll read it again. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006



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