Shiva is the God of the times, a god more personal than the surge of the tide or the lofty forests at home. Here was a god who howled and loved like tomorrow didn’t exist, who had his heart broken a hundred times when Sati burst into flames. A God who danced at funerals got stoned and forgave even the most hideous self-serving sinful lifetime for one act of perfect devotion. He felt a lot closer to my heart than Hosanna on high
gods
Bholanath
India is the headquarters of the gods, there are roughly 330 million gods to chose from. Every god has at least one thousand and eight different names that describe the many different avatars of the God head. So the ocean of stories rises and falls with each telling and with each telling a story is embellished or acted out or otherwise infused with the essence of everyone who tells it.
Monkey Tales
I wonder sometimes how it would be to just try to live in harmony with the monkeys, allow them whatever food is lying around unsecured. It would certainly save me the early morning burst from bed swearing and grabbing a stick,