“Oh Kali! My mother full of bliss. Enchantress of Shiva. In your delirious joy you clap and dance. You are the mover of all that moves! We are but helpless toys.” Ramprasad, c. 1718-75
The heart must become a burial ground. Pride, selfishness, and desire all broken into dust, Then and then alone will the Mother dance there!
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