Invitation

Visit Kali Ghat.

My sacred steps

lead worshippers down

into Ganges’ tarnished

charnal stream

at Kalighat, My Temple

in Kolkat, My city

(Calcutta once.)

I have no need for scapegoats.

I have no need to slaughter chickens.

You are all born

of womben’s life-giving womb blood,

gestated in love.

Men who slaughter to get violent blood

desecrate, to mimic

My timeless, life-serving rituals.

The life of womben

is a rosary of sacrifice,

enchanted, chanted mala of blessing,

bodies and souls cycling,

in tune with the moon.

I Am Devi, Giver of All,

including needful death.

Mother beyond death,

Mother of Rebirth,

praise Me, moon river

of transformation,

ever-renewing Source of All,

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 Void.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018