Kali – The Mother

Kali – The Mother

 

written by Swami Vivekananda

 

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 loosed from the prison-house,

Wrenching trees by the roots,

Sweeping all from the path.

The sea has joined the fray,

And swirled 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

Destoys 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.

 

kalimaa

Written by Swami Vivekananda in Kashmir after visiting the Kshir Bhavani Temple.

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