Sacred Union
In the depths of cosmic night,
Where silence breathes and stars ignite,
There stirs a force, ancient, wild,
The primordial energy, untamed, unfilled.
Tantra, the path of sacred art,
Delves deep into the cosmic heart,
Where matter and spirit blend and merge,
In the primal dance, where energies surge.
This force, older than time’s first dawn,
Awakens life, where souls are drawn,
From the void, where nothing dwells,
To the world where creation swells.
In the womb of darkness, rich and vast,
The seeds of life are sown to last,
A spark, a pulse, a rhythmic beat,
That Tantra holds in its embrace, complete.
The serpent coiled at the base of the spine,
Kundalini, the force is divine,
Rises through the chakras’ gates,
Unlocking destiny, shaping fates.
Each spiral turn, each sacred breath,
Guides the seeker beyond life and death,
To the source where all things start,
The primordial energy, the universe’s heart.
Tantra whispers in the still of the night,
Of Shakti’s dance, of Shiva’s light,
Where creation and destruction play,
In an eternal cycle, night and day.
This energy, neither born nor slain,
Flows through the cosmos, through joy and pain,
In every atom, in every star,
The pulse of life, near and far.
Tantra knows this secret deep,
Where energies stir, where visions creep,
In the sacred union, male and female,
The primordial force, no longer pale.
It burns, it shines, it breathes, it lives,
In every heart, this power gives,
The strength to rise, to love, to be,
In the web of life, eternally free.
Through Tantra’s lens, the world is seen,
A dance of energy, pure and keen,
Where every thought, where every deed,
Is the movement of this primal seed.
In the stillness before the dawn,
Where the world waits, withdrawn,
Tantra sings the sacred song,
Of primordial energy, fierce and strong.
For in this force, all truths reside,
The mysteries of life, the cosmic tide,
And in Tantra’s embrace, we find the key,
To the eternal dance, wild and free.
