fallen verses

Kali

Dance, my dark devi:
You are drunk
on life
and dance with joy.
Your passion erupts
in a corona
unmatched in the cosmos.
Your steps are earthquakes;
your glances, lightning;
your shouts, gales.
In your wake, nothing stands.

Dance, my dark devi:
Would that I were Vishnu
and I could spread
my primordial essence-
be a boundless
reservoir
and contain the fury
of your glee.
Then, when you are expended
meet you in tantric
perfection.
In your wake, nothing stands.

Dance, my dark devi:
But I am a poor son
of Satayavrata
and my mortal shell,
touched by
the heat of your
passion,
is suffused,
and consumed,
and burns in
unadulterated,
unmitigated
joy.
In your wake, nothing stands.