Kali Maa 🩸

A haggard, prowling beast surges from divine rage
Severed limbs decorate its gaunt figure
Boiling crimson blood streams over its inky black flesh
She is the savage woman, pervading all as the primal force
The purging miamsa stalking cremation grounds
The trancing dusk of her skin reveals the void before time
She is the birthless catastrophe, from which all return
Warm blood of the asura drivels from her lolling tongue
In her eyes there rove a passionate delirium
She is the ecstatic dancer, sweating with hot lust
Clouds ebb from the blackened sky by her will
All foes of the Gods become purified in sacrifice to Ambika
She is in the drums of war and frenzy of the warrior
She is in the tearing of muscle and hypertrophy thereafter
She is in the gnashing teeth of the lion
She is in the gushing blood of the lamb
She exists in the fertile soil, extending the roots of the plants
She energizes the sun, from which all life proceeds
She nurtures the natural order, holding all to her chest
She is the divine yoni of the universe