Kirtimukha (Remastered)

A face with boundless hunger And a never-ending grin Bends before the three-eyed master Dressed in a tiger skin Each part vanished into wonder Each loss widened what remained The more the creature fed upon itself The less it could be named No wound appeared No blood was spilled No ending crossed the air Only form returning slowly To the hunger waiting there What is taken keeps returning What is lost remains in view When the self consumes itself Which of them is really you? The eyes ate their seeing The tongue ate its word The ears folded around the note Until nothing could be heard When beginning meets the end The one who does the eating And the one being eaten Become the same again What is taken keeps returning What is lost remains in view When the self consumes itself Which of them is really you?