The Divine Embrace

In the stillness of a sacred dream,

Shiva lay in deep repose—silent, infinite, serene.
A subtle stir touched his chest—
not seen, not heard, but deeply felt.
He searched through his garland of rudrakshas,
through the coils of his timeless serpent,
yet found no form, only a presence.

But Shiva, the knower of all that moves and stills,
followed the quiet call.
He reached into the unseen...
and there bloomed a hand—delicate, divine—
the hand of Maa Parvati.

From that one gesture, she emerged whole—
radiant, smiling, brimming with love.
Their eyes met, not for the first time,
but as if for the first time again.

Without a word, she placed her hand on her heart,
and then gently toward his chest.
He understood.
With tender grace, Shiva opened his arms—
and she rested, heart to heart, soul to soul,
in the cradle of eternity.

The mountain held the river,
the stillness held the pulse,
and the cosmic dance paused for a breath
as love took form in divine rest.

                                                               -Kavana