O small self, you are a sparkling fish at play in the ocean of consciousness, and your life is swiftly coming to its end. Death will skim above you and throw its sharp net. You will not be protected by your watery world, for selfish actions have kept you in the shallows.
The fisherman’s fatal net will surround you suddenly, Why do you remain so near the surface of relative existence where Death is granted its fishing grounds? Yet there is still time. Leave the dangerous shoreline, mundane mind, and plunge into the silent produndity, the black waters of Mother Kali’s mystery