Post #172

MAHADEV❤️ He sits, not in the heavens, but in the stillness between breath and breath.. Where time forgets its duty, and desire surrenders its name. Ash smeared across his skin not as embellishment but memory of what burns, when ego meets truth. He wears a serpent like a garland, not to frighten, but to remind..fear can be adorned when one no longer runs. The Ganga flows from his tangled locks because even chaos finds discipline in the lap of the one, who dissolves boundaries. He dances destruction not to end the world, but to release it from illusions clinging too tightly. He is rage without harm, love without demand, formless, yet the root of every form. And if you seek him not in temples, not in chants, but in the place inside where everything has died but you still remain there, he is. He drinks the world’s poison, yet asks for nothing but truth. Neither form, nor formless just the echo before creation. Mahadev is not found, he unfinds you.🍂🍃⏳️