In the realm where divine melodies play,
Geyacakra, the chariot, in splendorous array,
Mantrinī Devi, in reverence, does sway.
Śyamalā Devi, with devotion so pure,
Worships Lalitha, with love that's sure,
A minister's esteem, in her heart, secure.
Seventy-nine yoginīs, in Śrī Cakra's hold,
Masters of rituals, in mysteries untold,
Their worship of Lalithā, a sight to behold.
Important, the meaning, Geyacakra stands,
A pivotal cakra, in divine hands,
Where mantra siddhi, in clarity, lands.
Those graced with siddhi, in mantras deep,
Pancadasi, Sodasi, secrets they keep,
In Śrī Cakra's worship, their devotion steep.
Our bodies, a mirror, to Śrī Cakra's frame,
Each part a reflection, in the divine game,
From crown to feet, in energy's claim.
The "I" consciousness, in mantras bright,
Pañcadaśī, ṣodaśī, in spiritual light,
Revealing Brahman, in profound sight.
Not mere letters, but Śaktī's embrace,
Mātṛuka, the essence, in sacred space,
In chants, a journey, to grace's base.
This name, a lesson, in unity's song,
Our bodies with Śrī Cakra, where we belong,
Self-realization, the truth strong.
In Geyacakra's path, the soul finds its way,
Mantrinī's worship, in divine play,
In oneness with Lalitai, forever to stay.
-Mani
