Kali Ma

Artist, I made the world from clay,

but I craved more: risk, surprise.

I made movement,

life/death.

I whirled

among the smoldering bones

of the cremation grounds,

keeping touch

with My hara-center,

source of all dancing!

It was all so exciting,

the orchestration, harmony.

I wanted a friend to appreciate it all.

I made humans, freedom,

and then, what agony!

to watch My child tear at himself,

rage against Creation

in ingratitude!

Gasping, regaining

My dancer's balance

from the blow,

I Am waiting

for this frenzy to subside,

for Respect to come together

in strength and sanity.

Broken-hearted,

I Am wondering what will remain.

Panting, ready to give birth,

changing,

I Am wondering

what I will become!

I Am also Kali-Chandi,

beautiful, Kali-Love!

I have a Yuga

of peace and creativity

coming, and I deserve it.

I Am not about to repeat Myself.

I Am not content

to sculpt again from ashes.

Now is the hour:

My Yuga's end upends.

Watch Me

change your world!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018