Sita and Kali

Eclipsed, I Am the blood-red Moon,

warning of latent power.

Kali's dark is uterine,

life-giving sea of womben’s blood,

heart of love,

womb of rebirth,

generating hope.

My crescent arms

frame gestation’s non-violent world.

I dive into Kali's deep erotic dark.

I wane into the embrace of

My secret Sister.

My arms shine,

sensually entangling

in the night tree,

the many-armed black star

of Kali's power.

Our arms are nurturing,

spidery web of life,

sparkling,

network of harmony,

reaching toward futuring.

Old men scholars

spinning webs of lies

have told the tale all wrong.

Two hands:

one dark, furred

spidery fingers

webbed between

and jeweled with dew,

one like a loom of light,

cat’s cradle,

music dancing

between fingers of love.

Rainbow lines electric

throb reality,

connecting poles of vision:

Goddess magnetic, dialectic,

I reach to weave Myself.  

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018