‘Who is there who can understand what Mother Kali is? All the philosophies are powerless to reveal Her…
…Áll creation is the sport of my mad Mother Kali. By Her Maya the three worlds are bewitched…’
..’Kali, who can know Thee? Numberless are Thy forms….’
…’Oh Mother, make me drunk with Thy love!
What need have I for knowledge or reason?
Thus drunk, unsteady on his feet, he staggered back to his room, a bewitching smile on his radiant face. The river flowed on to the sea
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