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Kali The Mother
(12 January 1863 - 4 July 1902 / Calcutta / India)

Kali The Mother

Poem By Swami Vivekananda

The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.

In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loose from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.

The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light

Reveals on every side
A thousand, thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black —
Scattering plagues and sorrows,

Dancing mad with joy,
Come, Mother, come!
For Terror is Thy name,
Death is in Thy breath,

And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e'er.
Thou 'Time', the All-Destroyer!
Come, O Mother, come!

Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death,
Dance in Destruction's dance,
To him the Mother comes.

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Kali The Mother is a song of the sadhaka, a song of the sanyasin who delights in experimenting with the Divine, in having a tryst with mystical, supernatural, nocturnal aspects and things of life and the world and so the case with this wandering fakir, yogi of India. the sanyasin hinks in terms of a Kali devotee thinks, a sadhaka takes to. the sphere of experience narrated in is mythological and mystical no doubt.
'And every shaking step Destroys a world for e'er.' Swami, who had in fact realised Mother in his life, describes Mother's trait in a powerful language,