The bosom that comforts, like the grapes on a vine! (Nābhyālavāla-romāli-latā-phala-kucadvayā)

In realms of stillness, where souls find reprieve,
A sacred practice, an art to believe,
Meditating on chakras, energies entwined,
I sing of the heart, where treasures we find.

From navel's dwelling, the Kundalini awakes,
A serpent rising, the divine journey takes,
Through subtle channels, it ascends with grace,
Unveiling secrets in each sacred space.

The heart chakra beckons, a haven of light,
A vortex of compassion, a beacon so bright,
As Kundalini traverses, from navel to heart,
It unlocks wisdom, a divine work of art.

Within this sanctuary, profound and vast,
We seek Mother Lalitha's shelter at last,
Her bosom embraces, a comforting nest,
A respite for souls on their spiritual quest.

Like tendrils of vine, her navel's sweet fruit,
An offering of love, divine and absolute,
Nurtured by devotion, in depths of her care,
We taste the nectar, transcendent and rare.

In the heart's abode, serenity resides,
Love's gentle currents, the soul's deepest tides,
Blissful union unfolds, a harmony untold,
As petals unfurl, a divine story is told.

Embracing oneness, in the heart's tender core,
We merge with the cosmos, forevermore,
Through meditative journey, in unity we soar,
A tapestry woven, like never before.

So, let us meditate, with intent and grace,
Invoke the heart's wisdom, its tranquil embrace,
For within the chakra, the divine is found,
Where Mother Lalitha's love knows no bound.


-Mani