Intuitive poetry:

His breath unweaves illusions,

His hand sweeps lies to dust.

From the ashes of endings

Rises the trembling new—

a world daring to begin again.

Destruction is his compassion.

He does not punish; he reveals.

He takes away the false

so truth may stand naked,

luminous, untouched.

To those who cling, he is terror.

To those who surrender, he is freedom.

Sit still. Feel the breath rise and fall.

The watcher of the breath—

that watcher is Shiva.

He is the stillness that dreams the world,

burning it clean, again and again,

Out of infinite love for truth.