Vivekananda's view of Kali

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Kali the Mother

 

The stars are blotted out,

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 forever.

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.

 

--Vivekananda