In myriad forms, we see the divine, Yet one stands radiant, fierce, and kind. Shiva, the Maheshwara, vast and true, Keeper of balance, the cosmic view.
His presence, a power both still and grand, A calm abode, where souls expand. A gaze that melts, yet fire untamed, In his dance, the universe is named.
With supreme kindness, he lifts the lost, A guiding force, no matter the cost. The scriptures sing of his endless grace, A path to peace, a life embraced.
Change stands knocking at my door, A whispered truth I’ve heard before. Yet feet are rooted, hands held tight, Clutching comfort, fearing flight.
I know the path, the steps are clear, But doubt still lingers, wrapped in fear. What if I stumble? What if I break? What if this leap is a mistake?
Then softly, gently, truth replies, “The stars don’t shine in stagnant skies. Let go, lean in, embrace the sway— The winds of growth will find their way.”
So I exhale, release the past, And take the step, my heart beats fast. For change is not the end of me, But all I’m meant to rise and be.
