Speaking of Shiva

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Shiva, as Nataraja, dancing the universe in and out of existence, in bronze.

The pot is a god.
The winnowing fan is a god.
The stone in the street
is a god. The comb is a god.

The bowstring is also a god.
The bushel is a god and the spouted cup
is a god.

Gods, gods, there are so many
there’s no place left for a foot.

There is only one god.
He is our Lord of the Meeting Rivers.

Basavanna, 12th century, Poem # 563, translation by A. K. Ramanjunan.

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