warped, weird, whirling, wonder-filled, a garland of words eulogized by occidental cosmologists today to deify the milky way
for five millennia, in clandestine chambers of the temple of the lord with a lotus navel, oriental sages, finely tuned into ultimate mantras of the cosmos, initiated ‘twice born’ namboodris of kerala into a mellifluous sanskrit verse....
a potent heart melting hymn where our star-studded galaxy, milky in complexion, is seen as a spinning jagged-edged discus, worn as an ornamental ring around vishnu’s slender index finger, from whose whirling lotus navel originate the birth of inseparable twins: warped space intertwined with flowing time