(Offered to her on the 5th day of Navratri)
Whether at rest or in action
the meditator knows,
"I am not my thoughts.
Like stars, they throng
the inner night sky
of unfathomable stillness.
Witness them sparkle
and dissolve
in swirling spirals
forming the very body
of the Goddess
who dances before
this unwavering
eternal eye.
Genuflecting to her,
the efflorescent
irrepressible Shakti,
one who drowns
in bowing is released
from the bondage of desire.
Shivo'ham, Shivo'ham,
I am not this mind.
I am the cup of astonishment
filled with the wine of quietness.
I repose in the brilliant dark
where God has not yet said,
Let there be light."
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