Leaves rustle on trees A bustling breeze wafts by As a hawk’s eye catches a prey I bless it with a prayer of escape So many layers of fate So many slayers at the Gates of Heaven I can taste the legends in this soundscape I enter the ground gaping to underground places Like the Temple of Kingu But I’m an Overground patron of the Movement My sentience is essential to the soothing of blue beings Like moonbeams, Chandrakalas With mantras maha Boons gleaming With new meanings Like the dunes’ gleanings Each grain of sand is a quartz crystal Storing listed names & lands A source of wisdom Like Martian crypts Feel the force of Bliss through this Wormhole of light psalms Till you unravel your nocturnal might, Aum... Supernal brightness If you yearn to fight Be a martial artist With words & hyphens Learn to strike With your arsenal harnessed Gods bless, I march with the Goddess