Lion staring with eyes of the All-Knower Its Golden mane dipped in Silver Roaring with Indra's Thunder Resurrecting the Nyabinghi Order It tells tales of the Everlasting Yea The givers who keep to heart of the Original Day The night-watchers who reflect tirelessly of the Ultimate Ray As delicate as the Lotus Thread As strong as the Immovable Great Borne on the wind are the Tribal defenders Who know the lay of the land of the One Player But first they forget themselves gazing into the crowd Wearing the Old anew, but there are doubts Then the sound of Silence come screaming out loud So they move away from the periphery along with the rumbling clouds They hear His gentle footsteps echoing from star to star They see that those who sought Him needed not to go far On the seashore where endless worlds meet Maha Shakti shedding tears of a thousand streams They die into the deathless Playing music of the toneless Reciting words of the wordless Polishing the perfect pearl of the formless The Self-Evident in the changeless Spokes of the same wheel Fractal of the Whole No longer rootless Homecoming in the Timeless Paradise Children have returned from exodus To romance the Dancer of the Ever-Present Genesis
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
