In realms where silence whispers the divine,
Lalitha rides Cakrarāja, a design,
Where suddhavidyā, the purest knowledge, does shine.
Nine tiers ascend, a cosmic spine,
Adorned with weapons, they in sacred light do align,
The chariot of wisdom, in splendor, these does entwine.
Accompanied by chariots two, a procession so fine,
Together they symbolize, a mystical sign,
The Śrī Cakra, where all divine lines combine.
Forty-four triangles, a divine abode,
Where gods and goddesses fortyfour, with yoginis seventy-nine, in harmony reside,
Śaktī and Śiva cakras, where light is bestowed.
The six cakras, a journey's start,
Foundation of being, of yogic art,
Control and purity, from base to heart.
Earth, to water, to fire, to air, and finally space,
With mind at ājña, the final grace,
Through suddhavidyā, the elements embrace.
Siddhis emerge, as mastery is found,
In cakras' awakening, the self is unbound,
Oneness with Śiva, in bliss, profound.
Māyā dissolves, the illusion's veil,
In pure knowledge's light, all quests pale,
For in Śiva's state, all distinctions fail.
Cakrarāja, the journey's mighty steed,
Through which the soul finds its highest creed,
In Lalitha's grace, to Brahman freed.
In this chariot's climb, a truth revealed,
When mastery and mind in oneness are sealed,
In the universe's heart, our fate is healed.
-Mani
