| Listen to me, Death! You must leave here immediately. How can you touch me? I have captured Goddess Kali. I have bound her hands and feet with adamantine strands of pure love. Her intimate presence alone now shines from the stronghold of my heart. The twelve-petal lotus that floats in my chest is surrounded by her fierce flames. I contemplate with awe the thousand-petal lotus at my crown where the golden honey of mystic union is flowing eternally. O Mother Kundalini, my entire being is swept upward continuously by your current of wisdom energy. I have taken precautions so that Goddess Kali cannot escape from within me. Single-minded devotion guards her with every breath. These two eyes are her gatekeepers. My third eye has become her own clear vision. Suspecting that the fatal fever of egocentricity would attack my mind and body, I have taken the ancient remedy prescribed by my illumined master. The medicine Om Kali, taken four times daily, cures the chronic illness of me! me! me! Emboldened by the indwelling of the Mother, this warrior poet calls out: “Listen to me, Death, so your insane pride will at last be humbled. You can take away only this form. I have already begun my deathless journey, chanting Kali! Kali! Kali! |
