black goddess..

kali,
black goddess
rich with earth of life
as she moves in her way
the mind is freed from shackles
of *me and mine*
the mind is stripped of that which
speaks of other worlds and other times and
haunting memories of the past
and fantasies of the future
her way,
is the way of life
with it's potent sting of *wake up!*
*be still!*
this is the way of the black goddess
feared by many and misunderstood
she is the seer and the seen
and the one that keeps blinders in place
when the mind is externalized into
this and that,
here and there...
me and other...
for her my dear, there is no night
there is no day ---
there is no death
only the timeless now
untouched by change and shadows
which goes unseen by those
entranced with the ephemeral
world
kali
frightening to ego
yet nothing is
different than her...
no matter mind in play or not..
how very deceptive she can be
mother ..
how very clear and beautiful too..
oh mother
how very wealthy within wisdom and spirit
so sturdy, unshaken
mother
still...