12/15/2025
The bowls— I saw them encircling my body,
tones carried on the thousand limbs of Avalokiteśvara,
pouring songs of compassion into the cosmos.
A solar system of Solfeggio frequencies,
spinning as chants of light,
purifying the strands of my genetic weave.
Samskāras rising—relived, relearned,
then swaddled in luminous bandages,
mending unseen fractures, restoring wholeness.
To become one.
To become awakened.
To become the universe itself.
And from this orbit of sound,
the resonance streams outward—
immaculate, unspoken, true—
attuned to the eternal song
of the Ancient Tones.
