A word that stands as a testament of God’s love. A word as old as time, resonating echoes of change

Echoes stifled by this decaying world. A world where there is more than land but no water to drink. Oceans which creatures call home, we turn into their death beds. The water that gives them life becomes the poison that kills them all.

The curves of this circle of our world stands as a symbol of the waves & of creation fading away. Ravaged and ruined by US

By everyone chosen to stay ignorant, to turn a deaf ear to the cries of mother nature, to refuse to see the devestation in front of their eyes

It’s our turn to save this world that gave us life, together, chanting the word that saved our world once before echoing through eons, MANTHRAM