at the junction of your vermillion adorned forehead where the rivers of ida, pingala and sushumna meet, lies the point of singularity from where our cosmos exploded into this unwieldy clutter
with it an unseen fifth dimension.... a spider like web of illusion deluding all humanity into incessant action where only karmas multiply
oh maya! i implore you to end this vicious cycle
reveal that white lotus with a thousand petals sitting in your cerebrum, where the love of your life sporting that chiseled crescent meditates in contemplative silence