śrīlalitāṣṭottaraśatanāmāvaliḥ 2

A hundred and eight names that read as a cosmology rather than a list of epithets, prefaced by three meditation verses — vermilion-red of body with the moon flashing on a ruby crown; then the Goddess contemplated as I myself, ringed by the powers beginning with animan; then golden on a lotus seat in yellow silk. The names begin at the bottom of the world. She is the form of earth that bears everything, the form of seed and herb and food, the bodies born of womb and egg and sprout and sweat, the field, the ford, the mountain and the forest, water and fire. They rise through time and its constraint, through the five ethers and the letters of yantra and mantra, and end at the top: mother of the Vedas, the great utterances, the supreme light, the realisation of brahman itself.