SHIVA IN YOU



Atop the Kailasha
amidst snow and cold
sat a hermit
with his eyes closed
indifferent to differences
unaware of appearances
abiding by no laws
never taking a pause
from his deep meditation
lost in deep contemplation
clad in tiger skin
all animals his kin
a snake garland
ash on forehead
destroyer and life-giver
the hermit was Shiva
rejected and an outcast
never dwells on his past
neither a teacher, nor a preacher
never thinking of the future
he is guileless and tough
lost and unbound
if you look hard enough
within you, he may be found
to be like Shiva
all you need to do
is open that third eye
and take a view
if you can
wield his trident
strike down every impediment
which stands between you
and the Shiva in you.
– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra

Image courtesy: Google 

Kannappa the Stout Devout

Featured image/artwork borrowed from Google.

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Kannappa – The Stout Devout

 

He became one of the sixty-three

Nayanmars, the stout devouts of Shiva.

A hunter from the banks of Kalahasti,

Kannappa a hunter, a devout, a giver.

 

One day while on his hunt,

he found a stone divine,

put all his faith in it,

leaving everything aside.

 

Kannappa’s God was his friend,

for whom he carried water in his mouth.

And shared what he hunted

with a caring heart.

 

Lord accepted it all,

but one day , to test his faith,

Shook the earth,

the temple collapsing under its weight.

 

When all priests ran out to save their lives,

Kannappa ran for what lay inside,

He covered it with his body,

the falling stones littered aside.

 

One day he saw the lord’s eye bleed,

so he took out his own to fix it.

When the second eye started to bleed,

he marked the bleeding eye with his foot

and set upon pulling out his own.

 

The story goes, he attained nirvana

Stayed in bliss day and night.

Kannappa had met Shiva

and all was now set right.

 

 

 

for knowing the whole episode in detail please visit https://ourdharma.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/203/ .

Shiva in you 

Atop the kailasha
amidst snow and cold

sat a hermit

with his eyes closed

indifferent to differences

unaware of appearances

abiding by no laws

never taking a pause

from his deep meditation

lost in deep contemplation

clad in tiger skin

all animals his kin

a snake garland

ash on forehead

destroyer and life-giver

the hermit was Shiva

rejected and an outcast

never dwells on his past

neither a teacher, nor a preacher

never thinking of the future

he is guileless and tough 

lost and unbound

if you look hard enough

within you, he may be found

to be like Shiva

all you need to do

is open that third eye

and take a view

if you can 

wield his trident

strike down every impediment

which stands between you

and the Shiva in you.