Dark Moon Kali

I Am dark Kali,

destroyer of worlds,

dancing on ignorance,

drinking the blood of illusory ‘demons.’

Goddess of non-violent womben’s blood,

I have been demonized by men

who have no respect

for the womb that bore them,

no respect for themselves,

no respect.

I Am Devi, Giver of All.

Mother beyond death,

Mother of Rebirth.

Praise Me, moon river of transformation,

ever-renewing Source,

Saraswati’s virginal lost river

flowing with menstrual blood,

flowing with milk and honey.

I restore balance.

My dark of the moon turns always,

inexorably, toward hope,

toward Transformation,

towards healing and new beginning.

Courageous, face My hidden

dark-moon face, with thanks.

Open to Me.

Like Me, you contain

hope for the future.

You contain the creative Void.

I am a bee, in ecstasy

in the blue lotus feet

of my Divine Mother.

Beauty Her face.

Peace Her embrace.

The whole world Her place.

Amma. Amma.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018