KALI Ji,
Ji, my very Soul,
WHY
do you cry out to me in full sizzle and
smoking sand beneath my feet?
WHAT
is the cause of your seething flaming wrath? and
HOW
am i to meet you in this dance?
Ah, i see; the sky and wind are shattered
by war planes that fly ceaselessly overhead,
while Great Mother’s screaming entrails
spew and spew
across all space.
YOU
are enraged beyond measure,
as you or anyone should be
and that always turns out bad.
Deceit,
borne of the roaring
jet streams overhead,
poisons the ocean surging
between my head and heart;
It’s an evil kind of sick,
a nausea that weighs heavy
with the tsunami of metal
nanoparticles and death.
KALI Ji,
Ji, my very Soul,
YOU know
that the earth’s compost
does not - and should not - combust
(unless their corporate patents endorsed
blenderized warheads
with nowhere to go)
Did you know
(of course you did!)
that schrapnel bits from big-ag fertilizers
stuck to her shoes
as she crossed a farm field
to catch her bus for the flight-
and cost her an embarrassing strip search
and a missed plane
due to…
Chemical fertilizers your average neighbor
pours innocently everywhere
out
there.
YOU
can’t breathe anymore
and your sisters no longer
bear sweet fruit.
my tongue is bitter with the deadly brew
of colonization, darkness, and deceit.
KALI Ji,
Ji, my very soul
Of course
You rise Now,
igniting the final chapter of this most wicked war
against Life
Herself;
Life, the One who lives through us
as Infinity in myriad forms,
each part of her Beauty a holy candle
that must not go out
KALI Ji,
Ji, my very Soul,
i stand with you
in you
by you
and as you…
i will share your torch of righteous rage
for the genocide of Life…
So you have called me to this stage
more than once - and i am awake!
You must not rise alone!
Your retinue awaits
the salve of power on your spiral wind, so
Cool your wrath
in our pools of innocence
and longing to serve Love…
Come Beloved, teach me to waltz on fire…