Kālá

Have you found that jagged little rock
That makes your tenderness brittle,
Sets your heart ablaze with the flames
Which once created Draupadi?

The safe nooks you hunkered too long in,
unexacting, unbridled, facile.
The romantic filter you put on to see life.
Weaving layers of work to equanimity,
While secretly wishing exemptions from pain.
All now so unbecoming.

Is it time to open the Devi Mahatmya chapter,
Doing the dance to summon the Dark Mother?

the benevolent merciless force
slaying all the weak parts of ourselves
to allow the indestructible authenticity to emerge

Om Kring Kalikaye Namah

Om Kring Kalikaye Namah

Om Kring Kalikaye Namah