Upon the realm where mysteries unfold,
Kiricakra ratha, a chariot to hold,
Vārāhī Devi, in form untold.
With face of boar, and staff in hold,
Daṇḍanāthā, fierce and bold,
Her chariot's tale, through ages, told.
Kiri, the light, creation's birth,
Cycles of life, upon the Earth,
Yogi's journey, of immortal worth.
Beyond the fear of, and beyond death,
The yogi rides, with steady breath,
His body a mere vesel, his soul the wealth.
Pleasure and pain, to him outside,
In Śiva's austere presence, he confides,
His ātma pure, in Brahman resides.
In ājña's wheel, Vārāhī's seat,
Where self and Supreme, in union meet,
A stage of liberation, bliss replete.
Lalitā, Mantrinī, Vārāhī's ride,
In chariots three, they coincide,
A cosmic hierarchy, side by side.
No nearer to Lalitha Amma, without their grace,
Mantrinī's governance, Vārāhī's fierce face,
Together, they hold, the universe's pace.
Chariots as minds, in stages seen,
From turmoil to calm, to states serene,
In their guidance, our spirits lean.
Thus, in nāma seventy's profound lore,
Vārāhī's chariot, truths explore,
Beyond body's limits, to the divine shore.
