The Wheel of the World by Jean Delville

O mighty Shiva,
The thought of thy name uplifts my soul;
The utterance of an old verse:
Om Trayambakam Yajamahe,
Makes me rise once more.
Come oh Greatest of All,
Purify my corrupted shell.
Join me in battle,
Destroy all that is vile;
Thrust upon thy kin.
We are trapped,
In a thousand year dream;
To awake to the divine hymn.

A dance like no other I saw,
A star died, from that seed a universe will grow.

Om Namah Shivaya,
Om Namah Shivaya,
Om Namah Shivaya…

From my book Morpheus