The Dance of Chiti
In the heart of the cosmos, where time ceases to be,
Dances Shiva and Shakti, in sublime unity.
The Dance of Chiti. The Dance of Chiti.
He, the stillness, the silence, the void,
She, the movement, the sound, the life overjoyed.
In his gaze lies the vast, unending night,
In her touch, the dawn of infinite light.
He, the mountain, unshaken and grand,
She, the river, that carves through the land.
The Dance of Chiti. The Dance of Chiti.
Shiva, the ascetic, the eternal, the lone,
Shakti, the mother, the lover, the known.
In his meditation, the universe finds peace,
In her creation, all sorrows are released.
The Dance of Chiti. The Dance of Chiti.
The Dance of Chiti. The Dance of Chiti.
Together they whirl in a dance cosmic and true,
Shiva the canvas, and Shakti the hue.
Their union births stars, and galaxies wide,
Their love is the pulse where all hearts abide.
Without her, he's dormant, a still, silent flame,
Without him, she's chaos, with no form to claim.
The Dance of Chiti. The Dance of Chiti.
Together, they balance, a dance without end,
Shiva and Shakti, as lovers, transcend.
In each beat of the drum, in each sigh of the breeze,
In the rustle of leaves, in the depths of the seas,
The Dance of Chiti. The Dance of Chiti.
Their story unfolds, eternal and vast,
A tale of the present, future, and past.
So within us all, their essence does lie,
In the soul of the earth, in the vastness of the sky.
Shiva and Shakti, the cosmic decree,
The dance of existence, the truth to be free.
The Dance of Chiti. The Dance of Chiti.
