A pair of Eyes beyond beauty, stare at The Void fixed at Infinity,
And Nowhere else Will they ever look, drawing Nobody’s Desire,
To the Self from what is Not the Self, knowing only what is Herself,
Which is the only thing worth knowing, but for all of us unknown.
As She sits crossed to meditate, Nobody stops Her Eyes from closing,
For He hath become something, from that Nothing which came before,
Through Power that sought only Purpose, leaving that man in wonder,
Of His Wife that made them One, for Kamakshi need only look to become.