Echoes of Prithvi
In the womb of Earth, where roots entwine,
Prithvi whispers through the vine,
A tapestry of solid grace, Echoes of Prithvi,
Grounding hearts in her embrace.
Stability in every stone,
Her essence in the seeds is sown,
In mountains high and valleys deep,
Her silent watch, her vigil keep.
Muladhara’s sacred ground,
Where dormant dreams and spirits bound,
Awaken by her nurturing touch,
She holds the base and supports me so much.
In Tantric rites and whispered mantras,
She stands as the eternal dancer,
The square of Yantra, steady and true,
Reflects the force that grounds anew.
Prithvi Mudra, a gesture of peace,
Brings balance, makes the worries cease,
In her presence, strength and will,
A haven from the storm and chill.
Bhoomi Devi, sacred and wise,
In myth and prayer, beneath the skies,
The Earth, a mother, rich and vast,
Her nurturing hands through ages cast.
From ancient myths to modern plea,
Her essence is the root of thee,
In every grain, in every breath,
Prithvi’s grace defies all death.
O Earth, your pulse, a steady beat,
In every moment, soft and fleet,
You cradle all with timeless might,
In your embrace, we find our light.
