Adi Yogi

In the grand, chaotic theater of existence, where gods are often painted in gold and clothed in silk, there stands One who wears nothing but the ash of the cremation ground. He has no palace; the snow-capped peak of Kailash is his roof. He has no jewels; the King of Serpents coils around his neck. He is Shiva. The Auspicious One. The Terrible One. The Beautiful One. To speak of Shiva is to attempt to describe the silence between two thoughts. It is an impossible task, yet the