In the silence behind thought, I am Shiva.
In the ache that moves me, I am Shakti.I am the stillness that watches.
I am the wave that rises.
I am the sky. I am the storm.I am breath and the breather.
Desire and devotion.
Flame and the longing for warmth.I am not here to escape the world.
I am here to feel it fully—
To let it open me.
To let it break me.
To let it awaken me.Shiva in my spine.
Shakti in my skin.
Awareness holding movement.
Movement revealing awareness.I am not one or the other.
I am the sacred tension between them.
I am the kiss where stillness meets motion.
I am the dance. I am the dancer.
I am the One, remembering itself.