Mithya - Mandala Lyrics

From concentric motion comes static construct
Abstract motive. Common nature
We become these bones
A portrait in motion, each day a line connects the soul
An image eternal, each segment divine
Counting game of thirteen and five. Familiar shapes realign
Wheels on wheels spin, give birth time
Ancient action sacred design
Circle us, great shapes, you chosen few recurrent gods
Woven through all matter, all thought, as infinite art
Perceive and grow it's all we know
Envision. Manifest