Monday, February 7, 2022

Kali the Mother Swami Vivekananda 1863-1902

 The stars are blotted out,

The clouds are covering clouds, It is darkness vibrant, sonant.

In the roaring, whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics Just loose from the prison-house, Wrenching trees by the roots, Sweeping all from the path.

The sea has joined the fray, And swirls up mountain-waves, To reach the pitchy sky. The flash of lurid light

Reveals on every side A thousand, thousand shades Of Death begrimed and black — Scattering plagues and sorrows,

Dancing mad with joy, Come, Mother, come! For Terror is Thy name, Death is in Thy breath,

And every shaking step Destroys a world for e'er. Thou ‘Time’, the All-Destroyer! Come, O Mother, come!

Who dares misery love, And hug the form of Death, Dance in Destruction’s dance, To him the Mother comes.



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