In the highest of heavens, beyond the grasp of even the gods, there was a silence so profound it was said to be the womb of all creation. Within this silence sat Lord Shiva, the Adiyogi, his eyes closed in a trance that had lasted for eons. His only ornament was the crescent moon, his only companion the silent, coiled energy of Kundalini.
In the cremation grounds, where a lonely tantric sat waiting for death, the skulls around him began to gently rattle in time with the beat. The tantric looked up, and for the first time, he saw not horror, but the dance of atoms returning to their source. A smile touched his lips. He was no longer afraid. He had heard the song of letting go. lord shiva songs
He closed his eyes again. But this time, his throat began to vibrate. In the highest of heavens, beyond the grasp
And if you listen very, very carefully, you can still hear it. A low, eternal, compassionate hum beneath the noise of the world. The song that holds all of creation together, note by note, breath by breath. In the cremation grounds, where a lonely tantric