Whispering Thoughts

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these apparents, Shiv and Shakti locked in divine eternal embrace, completing, complementing. Everywhere I look, all this universe, 'tis but a cosmic divine dance. Shiv and Shakti gracefully attuned, to the rattling pellet drum. Hark! The rhythm. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha