And so it begins... each session an unknown,
like a blank canvas waiting for its first stroke.
Chanting as my visions arrive like watercolors washing over me, the door opens.
Tonight Shiva is my guide.
I know nothing about this divine immortal, only his invitation.
Bathed in song, I observe the deities sacred markings and dancing cobra.
The awakened snake rises up my spine and his comforting hands rest upon mine.
My temple feet ache but my palms float effortlessly over my willing friend.
As time slows into silence, the candles burn but never flicker.