THE ANDROGYNE: DIVINITY OF FUSION

The androgyne: divinity of fusion.

The mendicant
Whose detachment
Does not let the attention
Move away from the self.
His umbrella does not deny
The demented and the dead.
Aghoric and ash-smeared,
He has no lineage to boast of.
The 112 gateways to moksha
As offered in the vigyaanbhairava tantra
All collapse unto his seamless void.
Snakes coiled around his neelkantha,
The crescent moon at his jata,
In Nandi as eternal awaiting,
Consciousness itself incarnated into form…
Adiyogi, Adiguru,
Shiva Shambho Mahadeva.

Hibiscus in her flowing mane,
The eyelashes like a mriga( deer),
Her gait can make the gods lust,
The noose, goad and mudras
Of vardaana and jnana,
Her thighs, seductive like her waist
Welcome home a man
Who has forgotten lust.
She is a yogini as much as him
And will perish all illusion
Of attachment and fear.
As kaali, Bhairavi, Chamundi;
She annihilates the frozen ego.
Sampoorna, trinetrni and kala vati,
Shakti reverberating the worlds.

Throw away the photo frames
Of these deities from your altar.
Throw open your heart
As the mindless and open vessel
Become the silent soil
For their fertile consummation.
There is no option but this
If u must know freedom.

Who else but you
Can complete you?
None can… none have.
Awaken to
The divinity of your fusion
Into the Androgyne.