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
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to know there is a fellow shaivite