Changes - Mahabharata of the Soul

Riding the back of the tiger,
On a rope stretched across the abyss,
Kshatria of the shadows,
Warrior of the mist.

Into the heart of darkness,
Through the maelstrom's mighty twist,
Dorjees grasped securely,
In the firm grip of my fists.

And I see the black sun rising.
And the rains that fall are red.
Kalki comes a-calling,
As the days grow dark with dread.

‘Mid the center of the cyclone
Through the agile flames that soar.
Survivor of the culling,
Kali Yuga of the fall.

Swimming through the quicksand.
Slipping through the jaws of death.
Kundalini rising,
Knight of the Grail Quest.

And I see the black sun rising.
And the rains that fall are red.
Kalki comes a-calling,
As the days grow dark with dread.