When you imagine the Face what do you see? I admire the cultures who out of humility decline to put the Name down or have no pictures or statues. The history of my civilization is a history of images. Most of the images are at core an image of the Divine. What is the face of the Divine? Like all poetry we create a version... a template... & some versions are closer than other the image we are made in. Shiva dancing in the flames...the Nataraj... the cosmic dancer who performs his divine dance to destroy a weary universe to make way for the new. That is an image I return to over & over. The solstice is here. The world did not end once again. The sun returns to dark Saskatchewan. The son of man is born anew. Engulfed by destruction the creation continues. Shiva still dancin’ in them flames.
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