Be Kali!

Black Kali,

garlanded with skulls,

I stick out My red tongue,

fearlessly,

dancing on ignorance.

My intention to cleanse India

and allow her to flower,

is at work, a yeast within you.

You are mothers of all living,

birthers, authors of life,

creators, protectors, renewers.

Reassert

Authority Goddess-given.

You are responsible for all needed death,

the only destroyers empowered by life,

your karma that fierce, that strong.

Arise, raped yet Virgin, undefiled.

Join hands across the land;

and seize

true centered

power-from-within,

power-with,

no need for power-over,

for the future's sake.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018