Courting Shiva

In a corner of my mind sky the blue throated one sits cross legged, his long hair adorned with the crescent moon. Though silent and still with eyes closed, a cosmic river rushes down upon his head. He guides her to the earth, where she purifies all who touch her. Draped around his neck, a hooded serpent rests. He holds a golden trident in one hand. A banyan tree the size of a skyscraper provides his shelter. Snow covered mountains appear in the distance. His damaru drum starts to sing. A third eye opens on his forehead and you are transported to a rippling lake of consciousness.

You have been invited to the abode of Lord Shiva.