Kali the Mother

There was a time when I would have hid my face from the dark aspect of the Mother. I am glad that time is passed, though the ability to embrace death is still something completely foreign to most human beings. It is instinctual for us to fight to survive, not accept our mortality lying down - "to not go quietly into that good night".

I have found some information on Kali as Mother which I feel may help us understand this aspect of the Great Goddess a bit better, and come to a point when accepting death does not mean we have to give up our will to live.

Kali the Mother
by Sister Nivedita
(Margaret E. Noble)

The stars are blotted out, Clouds are covering clouds, It is darkness, vibrant, sonant. In the roaring whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics,-- But loosed 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. 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 Then come, O Mother, Come! Who can misery love, Dance in destruction's dance, And hug the form of Death,To him the Mother comes.
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