Kali and the Art of Destruction

Kali is out. How she wishes to shear the mind clear off the shoulders. But she knows that you cannot forgive for such a lean and quick death. You  wish to cling longer and longer, until finally stupidity ends and one rests in silence.

On the bridge between stupidity and silence walks suffering. And as much as humans claim to wish to rid themselves of suffering, they run towards it and cling with all of their might. This energy, the power that opens the flower, is spent on this clinging – fighting, as one’s life returns to dust, without knowing itself.

In between humans, walks humans who begin to see that they do not see. A deep urgency, a longing that cannot be denied climbs out of this suffering and cries aloud in the dark night, an unframed anguish forming questions, which transform into questings and finally become the true adventure of life.

In this moment, when you turn towards truth without compromise, though you may not clearly see the step you have taken, it is possible Kali arrives in awareness.

She appears as death and the destroyer in dark beauty. The trouble begins as you cannot see that which she destroys, you see only Death. And you have been taught that death is ugly and the supreme enemy of life.

You will fight the Beloved Kali, but she is clear, and very strong and even more brave. And once she has chosen your corner, she will fight for you Beloved and any gap you give her she will shear clear that which binds the soul and spirit from the dance of joy.

Be brave, you have nothing to lose but your mind. Stand still, so that her aim may be straight and clear.

As you bow to the feet of the goddess you will rise the master of Self.