All faces are one—
so worship the bull at the gate,
the elephant-headed son,
the rising serpent light,
and the dark mother’s womb.
Turn your face,
bronzed by the sun,
to kiss every direction.
Namo namah.
Make ready the cave within,
for I am already
inside.
B
Brahmasthanam
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