आदियोगी

In stillness deep, beneath the skies,
Where silence breathes and ego dies,
There sits the One with matted hair
Adiyogi, beyond compare.

Eyes half-closed, in trance he stays,
The cosmos dances in his gaze.
A mountain’s calm, a storm's release,
He is both the chaos and the peace.

No gold he wears, no throne he claims,
Yet through the void resounds his name.
Serpents coil in calm repose,
As time beneath his stillness slows.

Destroyer, yes - but not with hate,
He clears the path, he cleanses fate.
From ash he builds, from end he starts,
He holds the world within his heart.

Fierce is his fire, yet soft his grace,
To every soul, he gives a place.
The tears you hide, the prayers you speak -
He hears it all from mountain peak.

To his devotee, his love is vast,
No question asked, no judgment passed.
He dances wild, yet stays composed,
In every heart, he is enclosed.

So, bow your head, not out of fear,

But in a love that draws him near.

Adiyogi - the first, the flame,

Beyond all form, beyond all name.