The Play of the Elements…
I’m the light of love which comes out of the great cry of OM.
When the infinite is caged to become something (space).
The space dances in the emptiness of time to become air.
The memories of that oneness explodes deep inside to become fire.
The touch of the bliss echoes in the eternity to become water.
The grace blossomes in the stillness of change to become earth.
The mirror of silence opens the doors of the universe to see itself.
And the iternal sound reverbrates in soul as…..
Shivoham Shivoham Shivoham…
Poem by Om Tirth
Copyright SWAN Yoga Retreat, Asagao, Goa, India- 2016