I call her
And She comes.
This is happening now,
Consciously, unconsciously...
She comes,
And Her Arrival is announced with
A Mad Black Butterfly dashing around me with terrific speed... and vanishing into the inkish blue of the twilight sky—
As a messenger delivering something urgently,
And returning fast to where She is needed.
Then these small bats encircle, capering, announcing Her Arrival.
She is closer,
They say—the sixty-four Joginis hovering... twirling...
The moments fuse.
My gaze, now an unwinking steady stare,
Makes Her appear before me.
She comes,
Riding the bat chariot.
One, two, three, four—and then many bats congregate in the sky above my head...
She wakes up,
Opening her large, blue eyes...
The bats circle in rhythm now, frisking.
And She places her first step upon the lotus.
The bats move and whirl madly now,
Faster and faster...
Somewhere around the strange, salient soiree,
A lotus staircase descends,
And She ascends and descends in confusion... worried and angry.
I know She is around,
I have to offer Her a lotus-seat
Upon my head.
I create the lotus,
It blooms, pouring bright light to close the next moment and get lost in darkness—
Blooms and closes,
Light and Darkness...
The Goddess goes up and down in a mad frenzy.
It goes on and on for some time,
Finally settling with the blooming lotuses and the radiating light.
The Dark Goddess ascends dark chambers,
Lighting one by one within me and bursting out of my head,
To fill and spread the empty space surrounding me...
She smiles, sitting upon the fully blossomed lotus—jerking her right eyelashes, illuminated now in bluish starry light,
Wearing a chimerical golden crescent and an aurous third eye on her forehead,
Glowing like a newborn Sun—radiating, pulsating as a blooming yoni—a black hole merging with the white one,
Drinking and spilling hot blood, lava, nectar, about to deliver the cosmos...
She whistles sharp and calls me.
Let us start the journey.
Look at me.
Focus on my eyes...
And be still.
She instructs with the seriousness of the ancient teacher,
Long-forgotten.
She places her reddened feet, adorned with hissing serpents, wearing jewels and tinkling bells... and dances...
Jham jham jham jham...
She, the formless—sways...
Siiii siiii siiii siii shiii siiiii.
My brain roars,
With Sahasrara opening up petals after petals,
With swarming honeybees...
Siii siiiii siiiii siiiii siiii siiiii.
And She simmers and sways,
Side to side...
She, the Faceless One.
I know She is around, with this internal music started within my being,
And the mad bats outside, whirling —celebrating her arrival, in silence.
She cavorts, frolicking with the silence roaring.
