Christmas Tree of Severed Arms

Mommy, it is difficult to pen down what is in my mind because Maa, if I am able to tell you correctly, in that case, life becomes better when I shut my eyes, as in the deepest parts of my consciousness, in the most remote corner of my heart, I see your supple waist circled with a skirt of severed arms. Maa, they say you have a terrific black form, a form that scares everyone away! But Maa in that lovely form of yours, I couldn’t see anything other than a Christmas tree, lovely, decked up with all that humanity wants! Mommy, you stood there, you walked with me, you bore with the deeds of my little mind’s mess all like a mother, for what else can I compare your being with? You wore those hands like a canopy and your sparkling body gleamed with love, each inch dripping with the honey of bliss, Maa, your sight melts me. What is so terrific there? Are they afraid of losing themselves into you? Are they afraid to be lost in an ocean of Divinity? I don’t know that and every time I shut my eyes, I call you and even when you are sitting right there with me. O Maa, my Vishnu-Vilasini, did you notice that even Sri Hari took over your color? That body of stone has carefully concealed you and from within you are dazzling like a star! In my mind Maa, you let me decorate you with flowers, gold and love and Maa, I am thankful that you chose my mind to sit on, for a few moments and I fall for you all over again!

By the way maa, whose arms are those? Who got so lucky to attach themselves to you? Whom are you keeping around yourself? And Mommy, if my hands don’t reach you, what good is my body of? Come O Maa! I have two hands to offer you. Just two among the many that will dangle down your waist while my blood will do abhisheka to your feet! Come O Maa, let me decorate you once more. O my black mother, O my Kali, I don’t find enough reasons to run away from you. Come O Maa, let me love you! Let me love you!

Shri Om!