Embroidered curtains flow apart to reveal the glory within.

Her beautiful face shines in the tejas of thousands of suns and moons. Three deep eyes like petals of a blooming lotus reflect the elan of the holy fire. Her rosy lips curve into a blessed smile.

A brilliant streak of vermilion adorns the parting of her dark hair that cascades down back as if it were an elated, dancing maiden.

The jewels adorning her gleam in pride competing with the sheen of her divine armour. A delightful garland of crimson hibiscus sways around her neck. The luminescence of her crown serves as a guide to ones lost.

The blood-red drapes adorning her form ripple in the breeze like the unruly flames invoked so as to devour darkness.

Her ten hands hold various weapons which tame the darkness of the soul and the universe.

One hand of the Mother holds the trident steady, piercing the body of the sinner, while the other imparts a soothing touch his tired soul, leading him into everlasting peace. Around one hand twirls the deadly serpent noose; the other sprinkles holy water for peace.

She stands on her majestic steed, the majestic lion. It spreads its mane and roars in triumph. She laughs alongside, and blows the conch which invokes ecstasy within devotees and dread within sinners.

Her blessed feet, adorned in deep alta, rest upon the elaborately decorated saddle of her mighty lion.

The dance of flames is surpassed by the tears of joy trickling into her delicate palms as the oppressed welcome her into their hearts.

Thus, awakens the chinmayee in the mrinmayee.