Shiva is a state of mind, Shiva is Atman, Shiva is you, and Shiva is me.
Shivaya nama Shivalingaaya nama om|
What happens when two drops of Atman meet in the realm of ether, in this world, in this Maya?
I am the mystic you look for; I am the mystic you discover within you. I am the rhythm of the Lord in my heart, the lotus blooms within my soul. I am the tune you wish to sing, I am the heart beat within you. I am Atman I am me I am you, I am where you too exist, in this divine ether between the earth and space, within this Maya we meet, an egoless existence, pure music, pure soul, the constant in my breath is the constant in yours, Atman in pure form is felt at last.
Atman is pure love, Atman is soul,
Atman is the constant that makes me, make you.
Atman is what gives a circle its form,
Atman is what gives the flame its glow
Atman is what makes the world arise.
Atman is the sheen on your skin,
Atman is the twinkle in my eye,
Atman is the bliss that swells your heart,
Atman is that of which you and me are a part.
Atman is what you admire in me
Atman is what brings us close
Atman is what makes the nerves tingle
Atman is that energy that flows
Atman is what brings life to our breath
Atman is the darkness beyond the light of reason
Atman is that which stays constant
Atman is that which i admire in you
Oh Lord Shiva, so divine is your love
Your presence felt when two Atmans meet
In your admiration we drown our self
In your realm we cease to exist
In your fire does our ego burn
In your beauty do we realize our own
In your ocean does our goodness flow
In your blooming lotus do we feel your warmth
In your realm do we admire
My Atman as well as yours.
Atman is that word that truth
Atman is what merges you and me
Atman is not man nor woman
Atman is our ocean of love
Atman is my beauty and yours
Atman is my mystic and yours
Atman is my character and yours
Atman is my mind and yours
Atman is what IS when we merge
Atman is what will be when we part.
In this drama of life, Atman is my ode to the Lord. In this breath i take in Atman is the soul within. In the sunlight of the day, Atman is what glows on my face, In this cruel world of egos, Atman is my saving grace. In this realm of murderous war, Atman is what binds my tears of love. In this jumble of words that unfold, Atman is the garland of letters untold.
Aatmaaya nama atmalingaaya nama om||
Atman is the zone of mutual admiration, it is the zone of no ego, it is the zone of no age or gender, it is the zone of single pointed concentration on the self, on other selves. It is the zone where "I" doesn't exist. It is the zone where only goodness is felt, a zone where human beauty in the self is appreciated. Atman is present in this moment, now, within us waiting to be realized.
This post has been inspired by Maanikkavaachakar's Thiruvaachakam. The author Maanikkavaachakar was a poet and a mystic of his time and his works date back to 3rd cen A.D.