Ragnarök
Dec 26, 2020
O mighty Shiva,
The thought of thy name uplifts my soul;
The utterance of an old verse:
Om Tryambakam Yajamahe,
Makes me rise once more.
Come O 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
