Love's Bite

Kali, dark Mother of death and transcendence.
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"O Mother, even a dullard becomes a poet who meditates upon thee, raimented with space, three-eyed, creatrix of the three worlds, whose waist is beautiful with a girdle made of numbers of dead men's arms..." (From a Karpuradistotra hymn, translated from Sanskrit by Sir John Woodroffe). Woodroffe also writes: "Kali is so called because She devours Kala (Time) and then resumes Her own dark formlessness."

Love's Bite.

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The shift in consciousness occurs,

even as I write down these words;

I summon up a goddess divine,

as Kali, invoked, devours all time.

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Rainbow Serpent into Kaliya Naag,

changes her colours by ripening dark;

life's Spirit into the Holy Ghost,

a death-wish replaces desire and hope.

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Through her veil of severed arms,

the transcendent beauty of her charm;

dismembers me back to the womb,

to crown again as the crimson Moon.

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Into the wine-press of God's wrath,

the Shaman descends death's path;

Raven black into a white Dove dawns,

flies burning red, Phoenix reborn.

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Love has bitten off my head!...
sealed it with the kiss of death;
now I see that she was really me,
a projection of my true-Self asleep.
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Love is a drop of Holy Essence,
Rubedo of alchemical redness;
but once distilled inside the heart,
must be raised to set the head on-fire.
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Then the She-Serpent can sacrifice,
after poisoning my dizzy psyche;
she sheds her Spirit-skin now worn,
transfers her colours into my mind.
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How strange to feel Love so sweet
in the solitude on my retreat;
it seems I no longer need "Other",
to invoke the Spirit of the Lover.
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The Myth of Love's powerful tale
is a story of so must travail;
but now "the end" is almost nigh,
on my neck her passionate sign.
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The body of unconscious play,
encourages the Spirit to sublimate;
Ouroboros and her circulations
bring about a conscious realization.
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Love has surfaced like water flowing,
mixes with the Light of knowing;
seeming opposites merge into One,
Wine from water toasts the Sun.
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Love's bite of death's mortido,
Kali severs my head aglow;
karmic churning now complete,
discards the "old skin", life replete.

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"The Sun will be turned to darkness

and the moon to blood

before the coming of the great and glorious

day of the Lord." (Acts 2:20)

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