Maa Tripura Sundarī

You cannot read about her and know her;
she reveals herself… to you.

In her presence,
chaos learns rhythm,
desires learn devotion,
and the mind releases its confusion.

She is first felt, not understood…
a quiet gathering of the self,
as though something long scattered
finds its way back to the centre.

In the three worlds, She dwells…
beyond Jāgrat, Svapna, and Suṣupti,
unconfined by any state;
She is Turīya itself,
the silent ground
upon which all becoming rests.

Neither fierce like Kālī,
nor summoning like Tārā,
nor arresting like Bagalāmukhī,
not even desolate like Dhūmāvatī,
She stands complete in Herself,
whole, unhurried, unsurpassed.

Maa Rāj Rājeśvarī,
Tripura Sundarī,
Ṣoḍaśī… Ṣoḍaśa Kalā Sampūrṇā.

Her beauty does not entice;
it releases…
loosening the compulsions of becoming
until even longing yields
and falls silent.

To behold her
is to recognise the end of absence,
for in her lies completion.

She reveals herself further
as order within mystery.

At the heart of the Śrī Yantra
the red bindu
not as geometry,
but as breath
the point from which all manifestation unfolds
and into which every distinction dissolves.

Around her, the sixty-four Yoginīs stand…
not as attendants,
but as living currents
of her own intelligence.
Each petal a power,
each angle a precision of grace.

Nothing here is accidental;
nothing is excessive.

Beneath her feet lies Śiva, quiescent…
for without Śakti,
even Śiva is stillness without power,
consciousness without movement.
She does not diminish him by standing upon him;
She reveals him.
Through her, he awakens.

The four legs of her siṁhāsana
are borne by Brahmā, Viṣṇu, Rudra, and Īśvara…
creation, preservation, dissolution, and concealment
supporting her not as sovereigns,
but as operations arising from her will.

For She precedes them all:
the will before action,
the beauty before form,
the truth before name.

She is Śṛṅgāra refined into wisdom,
desire transmuted into liberation.

She does not ask you to renounce the world;
She teaches you how to live it righteously.

To love her is not to escape life,
but to inhabit it fully, without bondage.

She is the smile of the Absolute,
the gentlest face of the Infinite.

She is Maa Ādi Parāśakti…
beyond you, yet within you.

Not a Vidyā you can acquire,
not a truth you can grasp,
but the source that remains just out of reach…
and yet, her presence
pulses quietly
in the rhythm of your very own heartbeat.

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