Consciousness, Literature and the Arts

Archive

Volume 1 Number 1, April 2000

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Shiva Rupa

 

by

 

 

Johnny Battle

He speaks to us in flowers

And the tap of rain in the trees.

He speaks to us in warm sunshine

And in birds on a soft summer breeze.

His body is the mountains;

This hill where we rest is His knee.

His head is away in the sky somewhere,

But His heart is in all that we see.