“We need destruction, since we ourselves are the entanglement.” – Carl Jung
Dame Destroyer
When I sat with Kali, she wore a scarf of ashes.
This choice was synonymous with her oh so famed name:
Change Maker, Deal Breaker, Death Dealer and Mother.
And yet callous this goddess was surely not—
her lava breath brings back to life all that she ruins.
Though rough, her skin exuded royal rose fragrance;
many arms were decorated in sparkling bangles.
Her long ear lobes were garnished with notes of holy songs,
among them were western favorites: Mozart and Brahms.
She whispered Bengali, yet I could grasp her meaning.
She wasn’t angry at all; I was the angry one.
On her arched brows, she wore the lost Roman Empire.
Her pout was made from the sobs of broken lovers,
and tempered by the thin tombstones of tough, young soldiers.
Around her waist, she wore a shiny sign: “Destruction:
Necessary Nectar, Ambrosia of Real Gods.”
Yet still, as I came close, I heard unborn children play
on her tongue; I could taste eagerness in my own womb.
And I wasn’t sure if Kali was doing something
to me: “Ma, are you tickling, or is it my body?
Is there a deity, doctor, grandfather clock-tor
within you, who hasn’t been swallowed up whole by you?
If he is still in one piece, will he grant me some peace?
Below the dotted line – small print works fine, to provide
hidden knowledge. I may not be a Gnostic, but I
wouldn’t say I’m caustic; I am ready for your fire.”
The fierce Goddess reclines. “It will happen in due time,”
as a star shoots through her luminous, eternal eyes.
On Kali’s collar-bone, I thought I saw a new moon
born, in a solar system similar to our own.
“Look now, at me; I don’t fret over fertility,”
as she flaunted her luscious lashes. Then with a hand
of grace, Divine Ma slapped my face, and planted a fresh
life inside of me.
–Kat Katsanis, M.A., www.katransformations.com
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