In realms unseen, where mysteries reside,
A realm where subtle truths forever hide,
There lies the Atma, essence of the soul,
Elusive, ethereal, our ultimate goal.
To find this essence, we must turn within,
Where stillness resides, away from worldly din,
Like a lotus blooming in a tranquil lake,
The Atma reveals itself only for seekers' sake.
Just as a sage seeks knowledge through deep thought,
Meditation's path reveals the Atma sought,
In silence, we embark on a sacred quest,
To perceive the essence that lies at its crest.
Like Mother Lalitha, with her form divine,
Her waist so delicate, oh, how it intertwines,
With tendril-like hairs, a subtle adornment,
That only keen eyes can witness the moment.
Such is the quest to perceive the Atma's grace,
A journey of focus, meditation's embrace,
In the stillness of mind, we embark on the way,
To witness the essence that forever may stay.
With utmost devotion, we delve within,
Through layers of thoughts and the noise of our kin,
We ride the waves of consciousness and delve,
Into the depths of the self, where truths do swell.
And just as Lalitha's waist reveals its art,
The Atma emerges, a glimpse of the heart,
So subtle, ethereal, it dances and gleams,
Within the meditator's serene dreams.
The path to find Atma requires dedication,
To silence the mind and seek its revelation,
For in the realm of silence and focus deep,
The Atma awakens from its timeless sleep.
So let us ride the tendril-like navel hairs,
Of Lalitha's form, with devotion and cares,
And through meditation's lens, let us aspire,
To perceive the Atma (with Her Grace), our soul's eternal fire.
-Mani
