Guest guest Posted August 10, 2002 Report Share Posted August 10, 2002 OM Kali, The black bee of my mind drawn in sheer delight To the blue lotus flower of my Mother Syama's feet The blue flower of the feet of Kali, Shiva's consort, Tasteless to the bee are the blossoms of desire , My Mother feet are black and black too is the bee, Black is made with one black !This much of the mystery My mortal eye behold, then hastily retreat, But Kamalakanta `s hope are answered in the end ; He swims in the Sea of Bliss, unmoved by joy or pain. (Excerpts from The Gospel of Ramakrishna ,pg 193, The Masters Birthday Celebration in Brahmo Samaj Jai Kali!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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