Ananda Tandava

Break the equilibrium of change and stability; the beginning must be begotten by the end.
Behold the ankh assembled in the green light of Tau. 
The weary bones of the universe are rattling with the tone of upheaval. 
Resonating up from the drowned man’s grave.

Pierce the silence to pave the way for a new creation. 
The foundations dissolve.
As life, submersed in sleep, the sleep of ages, halts.
The surface yields to cleansing torrents as they immerse the crust and douse the earth’s core.

The pulling lights will pacify resistance. still alive in the lost city, which slowly drowns.
The world, in solemn posture, locked firmly in its stance. Its motion suspended, its essence departed.

The wizened godhead awakens from the sleep of Siloam.
12 to 21 in brilliance of motion, in myriads of lightnings enshrined, enthroned.
Engulfed in universal understanding, the sphinxes sing grace to his sign.

Nataraja upon the peaks of the world.
As the tides retract, revealing fertile ground where seeds of reason sprout.