Ramakrishna

 Ecstatic, Ramakrishna offered flowers to the Cosmic Mother, or laughing, put them on his own head. Then, taking the yak-tail fan, he began to fan the splendid image. In a voice of indescribable sweetness and pathos, he sang hymn after hymn.

‘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.