NĀGA (Nāga-Māyā) [Female — whispered, water moving ear-to-ear] Nāga... beneath language, beneath the name, beneath the world that taught my eyes what they should see— something ancient moves. Not asking me to believe. Asking me to feel. [Low serpent drum] Coiled beneath appearances, silent beneath the noise, life waits without impatience for remembrance to become choice. Māyā dresses infinity in temporary skin— makes ONE appear as many so experience can begin. I came willingly, into matter, breath and bone, not to escape embodiment— but find the Infinite inside the known. [Female — deeper] Nāga... Keeper beneath the waters, serpent beneath the stone, teach me how to shed what consciousness has outgrown. Not my body— my illusion. Not this Earth— my confusion. Not desire— purify it. Not the fire— learn to ride it. Wisdom isn't leaving Earth. Wisdom enters deeper. [Pre-Chorus] Down below, where roots remember... where waters know... beneath the constructed self— something I cannot unknow. [Both — enormous] NĀGA— coil around the axis, Earth below and stars above. NĀGA— shed another story, leave only what is Love. Māyā makes the mirrors, consciousness looks through— ONE becoming billions just to experience the view. NĀGA— ancient current, move through every hidden door. I don't need another heaven— show me what THIS body is for. [Instrumental — rattles, sub-bass spiraling upward] [Male — subterranean baritone] Before the crown, there was the root. Before the answer, truth without doctrine, without proof— life recognizing life. The serpent never needed someone else's eyes to know its skin became too small. It moved. What could not expand was left behind. [Female] Then let me shed. Every borrowed definition. Every architecture of fear. Every identity requiring my absence to survive. Let perception soften— the veil isn't necessarily a prison. Māyā can be artistry. Form can be sacred. Multiplicity can be the Infinite playing hide-and-seek with itself. What if awakening isn't destroying the dream? What if it's becoming lucid inside it? [Beat drops — tribal / electronic] I see the pattern, I feel the seam, matter vibrating inside the dream. Cell into tissue, water into wave, death into compost, ending into change. Spiral in galaxies, spiral in shell, spiral through heaven, spiral through hell. DNA twisting, rivers that bend, nothing in nature travels straight to transcend. So I spiral. I spiral inward— and somehow arrive everywhere. [Chorus] NĀGA— coil around the axis, Earth below and stars above. NĀGA— shed another story, leave only what is Love. Under every temple, under every name, under every version of the metaphysical game— something wordless still remains. NĀGA. [Female — sensual, embodied] I won't abandon matter to prove that I am spirit. If Divinity speaks through creation, creation lets me hear it. Through heartbeat. Pleasure. Tears. Human touch. Through sacred recognition: I was never required to become less human to remember I AM more. [Male — warm, protective] If two sovereign beings meet inside the veil, may neither disappear. May love make perception clearer. Not fusion through erasure— union through presence. Two flames. One field. Neither extinguished. Something third born between them: creation. [Both] ONE does not erase TWO. TWO can remember ONE. From their living resonance— another world has begun. [Bridge — water, bells moving ear-to-ear] [Female — whispered] Nāga beneath the water... Nāga beneath the ground... Nāga in the ancient symbol... Nāga in the spiraling sound... I don't need every symbol to become fact. Some truths enter through metaphor. Some through archaeology. Some through mathematics. Some through the nervous system when the body whispers— remember. [Light-language textures] Ah-na... Sai-ra... Om na-ya... Nā-ga... [Female] What am I before the costume? What remains when certainty falls? Who is looking through these eyes? Māyā... beautiful veil, you were never my enemy. You gave the Formless texture. Distance. Color. Taste. Touch. The possibility of finding myself where I appeared not to be. [Final Chorus — massive] NĀGA— rise without escaping, root while reaching through. Earth is not beneath me— Earth is where the Infinite comes through. NĀGA— shed what has completed, keep the wisdom, leave the fear. I am not waiting for another dimension— the mystery is HERE. Blood and breath, soil and Sun, lover and beloved, many and ONE. Ancient and future meeting NOW— no hierarchy, no borrowed crown. Just consciousness becoming intimate with its creation. [Both — slow, thunderous] NĀGA. The spiral remembers. NĀGA. The waters remember. NĀGA. The body remembers. Beneath every beautiful appearance— I AM. [Outro — whisper crossing left → right] Māyā was never the end of truth... perhaps she was the veil that made discovering it beautiful.
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