Bindi Love
An unfathomable pattern on my forehead
Or a tiny speck between my brows
Is it the un-manifested cosmos upon my forehead
Or the key to ancient wisdom
That my Ajna stores
I know not
But I love wearing a Bindi at my Divine Spot.
An unfathomable pattern on my forehead
Or a tiny speck between my brows
Is it the un-manifested cosmos upon my forehead
Or the key to ancient wisdom
That my Ajna stores
I know not
But I love wearing a Bindi at my Divine Spot.