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Mother Kali
- Mother Kali -
Beautiful was she, who came down from on high,
And brought to mankind the darkest of mysteries.
She came amongst them, her form true sensuality,
Her dance was divine, as the demons drew nigh…
And she slew them all, along with other divinities!
Her blades flashing, her tongue licking wantonly…
Oh mother Kali, how glorious even in your anger!
Warrior queen of the gods, hair swirling in curls…
In wild abandon, lost in the dance that defined her.
The skulls of her enemies adorned her like pearls,
Such was her glory ere mankind forget her face….
Replacing martial grandeur with darkest savagery.
Never beholding her passion, or her alien grace…
Which could not be depicted, upon any tapestry,
Without losing the quality of the consuming flame.
That same, which blazed in her breast, ferocious!
So powerful was her dance, that to their shame…
Even gods were trampled beneath her, atrocious,
In their surrender, to she who was unconquered!
For proud is the warrior queen, and most noble,
Amongst the daughters whose makers conferred:
Glory to the first gods, amongst the past’s rubble!
But all surrender to Kali, in time, for she is death,
And she is love, and to both all do bow ere long.
Time is endless, yet all things have, their seasons!
For cycles turn, and ages burn with hotter breath,
Whilst the memory of a goddess, proud, strong…
Defiant, even amidst the rationality of her reasons,
Remains eternal and unchanging since first dawn!
Until the final sunset she will dance, she will sing,
Her music enchantment, to which all are drawn…
And through which, dark miracles seek to bring.
And her song shall reach the ears of her children!
We hear her, in the twilight, when stars emerge…
Darkness and light, like her, from whence stems,
The source of all things, energies that must surge!
She is energy, she is power; she is enlightenment.
Her arms embrace the cosmos, her eyes see far,
Beyond the scope of mankind’s first attainment…
Unto their final moment of glory, in love, or war!
Let the stars tremble, let the heavens be rocked,
For Kali dances forever, her feet in ideal rhythm!
They have tread where the secrets were locked,
By the ancestors of all: both of gods and of men.
In what distant galaxy with flaming nebulae mad,
Might the eye of modern man behold the dance?
Look deeply, when you contemplate of vastness.
Kali is there as well, making all the heavens glad,
As all things change when she deigns to prance…
Chaos is her nature, and creativity most limitless.
Her blood flows in my veins, her fire in my spirit,
For I am a warrior queen, my dance too is fierce.
Gods tremble, oft fearful to draw nearer unto it…
Yet, they show their love, and they dry my tears!
Like mother Kali, who crafts much from nothing,
I too work my craft and perfect it to an art form.
Creativity from chaos, new majesties to so bring,
Birthing like a mother, children of fire and storm!
The stuff of artistry, the stuff of dreams revealed,
Torn from the shadows and given life with light…
So bright, that all lesser eyes might seek a shield!
Some glories are blinding, some gentle as is night.
Shall I sing, to soothe, or cry to cause trembling?
Such is dance and art, as mother Kali perfected,
Teaching to her children the extent of everything.
In remembrance one is by knowledge protected!
Beautiful was she, who came down from on high,
And brought to mankind the darkest of mysteries.
She came amongst them, her form true sensuality,
Her dance was divine, as the demons drew nigh…
And she slew them all, along with other divinities!
Her blades flashing, her tongue licking wantonly…
Oh mother Kali, how glorious even in your anger!
Warrior queen of the gods, hair swirling in curls…
In wild abandon, lost in the dance that defined her.
The skulls of her enemies adorned her like pearls,
Such was her glory ere mankind forget her face….
Replacing martial grandeur with darkest savagery.
Never beholding her passion, or her alien grace…
Which could not be depicted, upon any tapestry,
Without losing the quality of the consuming flame.
That same, which blazed in her breast, ferocious!
So powerful was her dance, that to their shame…
Even gods were trampled beneath her, atrocious,
In their surrender, to she who was unconquered!
For proud is the warrior queen, and most noble,
Amongst the daughters whose makers conferred:
Glory to the first gods, amongst the past’s rubble!
But all surrender to Kali, in time, for she is death,
And she is love, and to both all do bow ere long.
Time is endless, yet all things have, their seasons!
For cycles turn, and ages burn with hotter breath,
Whilst the memory of a goddess, proud, strong…
Defiant, even amidst the rationality of her reasons,
Remains eternal and unchanging since first dawn!
Until the final sunset she will dance, she will sing,
Her music enchantment, to which all are drawn…
And through which, dark miracles seek to bring.
And her song shall reach the ears of her children!
We hear her, in the twilight, when stars emerge…
Darkness and light, like her, from whence stems,
The source of all things, energies that must surge!
She is energy, she is power; she is enlightenment.
Her arms embrace the cosmos, her eyes see far,
Beyond the scope of mankind’s first attainment…
Unto their final moment of glory, in love, or war!
Let the stars tremble, let the heavens be rocked,
For Kali dances forever, her feet in ideal rhythm!
They have tread where the secrets were locked,
By the ancestors of all: both of gods and of men.
In what distant galaxy with flaming nebulae mad,
Might the eye of modern man behold the dance?
Look deeply, when you contemplate of vastness.
Kali is there as well, making all the heavens glad,
As all things change when she deigns to prance…
Chaos is her nature, and creativity most limitless.
Her blood flows in my veins, her fire in my spirit,
For I am a warrior queen, my dance too is fierce.
Gods tremble, oft fearful to draw nearer unto it…
Yet, they show their love, and they dry my tears!
Like mother Kali, who crafts much from nothing,
I too work my craft and perfect it to an art form.
Creativity from chaos, new majesties to so bring,
Birthing like a mother, children of fire and storm!
The stuff of artistry, the stuff of dreams revealed,
Torn from the shadows and given life with light…
So bright, that all lesser eyes might seek a shield!
Some glories are blinding, some gentle as is night.
Shall I sing, to soothe, or cry to cause trembling?
Such is dance and art, as mother Kali perfected,
Teaching to her children the extent of everything.
In remembrance one is by knowledge protected!
Published 25th Dec 2012
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25th Dec 2012 11:17pm
Kali maa is the goddess of destruction, she has always been associated with the horrific and the terrible aspect of the female agency and power. Never before was I able to imagine her in any other form but wild in rage with her long, serpent like mane flowing wild in the air and her tongue sticking out in an exclamation of anger, but you did manage to bring about the beautiful aspect of the goddess, the picture, it is so beautiful. Thanku for sharing this one, I m so proud of you, well done.
28th Dec 2012 00:20am
I am deeply honored you enjoyed my poem, my dear friend! The Divine Feminine has many aspects, and the great warrior goddess is one of those. Kali, to me, is a goddess who symbolizes duality. Death and Love, Destruction and Creation... and in my eyes she was always a warrior goddess by virtue of her fierce, passionate, and sometimes even mad spirit… all of which I sought to capture, with beauty and grace, in this poem. I am happy to see it was indeed a success! :D
2nd Jan 2013 9:42pm
