SEVER THE HEAD OF IGNORANCE & INERTIA
TO OVERCOME NEGATIVE KARMA
& CUT FREE THE ILLUSION OF THE FALSE EGO
TO DANCE IN CEASELESS CREATION
WITH THE DIVINE KALI MA...
O longing mind, consecrate your being to pure love. Turn every thought to Goddess Tara. She will bear you tenderly across the raging sea of separation and individuality.
Be utterly dedicated to her reality. Cry aloud Ma Kali, Ma Kali. Know that she can clarify the inconceivable maze of relativity. To hope for assistance and guidance through this world from wealth, relatives, and religious rites provides no profound solution. Have you forgotten that everyone is lost?
Where are you now? Why are you traveling? This cosmos is the strange theater where souls act, wearing various costumes and disguises. This intricate play of transparent energy is initiated, sustained, and dissolved by Kali, who is the dream power of Absolute Reality. At this very moment, you are resting on the vast lap of Mother's cosmic dream that you misperceive as the narrow prison of suffering. Why abandon the kingdom of awareness to obsession with self and disdain for others, to hollow passion and abject clinging? You are creating a disease without a remedy. The brief day of your earthly life is almost over. Meditate now on beautiful Black Tara. She is seated upon the jewel island of essence in the transparent sea of ultimacy.
This poet sings drunkenly: "Tara! Tara! Tara! Your name is ambrosia. May all beings enter the secret sanctuary through this name, tasting your unique sweetness, self-luminous awareness."
by: Ramprasad Sen
Drive me out of my mind, O Mother!
What use is esoteric knowledge
Or philosophical knowledge
Transport me totally with the burning wine
Of your all-embracing love.
Mother of mystery, who imbues with mystery
The hearts of those who love you
Immerse me irretrievably
In the stormy ocean without boundary
Pure love, pure love, pure love.
Wherever your lovers reside
Appears like a madhouse
To common perception.
Some are laughing with your freedom
Others weep tears of your tenderness
Still others dance, whirling with your bliss.
Even your devoted Gautama, Moses
Krishna, Jesus, Nanak and Muhammad
Are lost in the rapture of pure love.
This poet stammers
Overcome with longing:
“When? When? When?
When will I be granted companionship
With her intense lovers?”
Their holy company is heavenly
A country fair for those mad with love
Where every distinction
Between master and disciple
Disappears
Their love of love sings:
“Mother! Mother! Mother,,
Who can fathom your mystery
Your eternal play of love with love?
You are divine madness, O goddess
Your love the brilliant crown of madness
Please make this poor poet madly wealthy
With the infinite treasure of your love
- Ramprasad