Waves of Beauty

WAVES OF BEAUTY

In the light of the candle

I saw her. A glow so radiant

that it was blinding;

As it was scintillating.

A bejeweled crown that shone

As if it was her pride.

Blackness all around

Her dark body seemed to throw.

A crimson tongue reeked of anger

with weapons to aid.

With a garland of skulls,

Morbid seemed the goddess.

Demons lay at her feet,

Frightened by her strength.

Her matted hair disheveled

Like that of an ascetic.

A goddess embodies grace,

Is it not I wondered.

Then why worship such ferocity,

For peace is what prevails?!

And then I looked at her eye,

I take pride in my children,

They seemed to say,

Not arrogant by my strength.

My blackness is my power,

They seemed to say,

An energy so potent

That it encompasses all.

My weapons will rise

They seemed to say,

When you sin. Devote yourself

for good and you won’t stumble.

Evil will be vanquished

They seemed to say,

In every age and time,

To retain joy and bliss.

Humbled I was, not by her power,

But by her kind eyes,

For they seemed to say

That they bless me.

Beauty is in your eye

As it is in mine,

Grace, peace and much more.

O Kali, the dark beauty.

Dedicated to all those doctors, staff, administrators and volunteers who help give vision to millions of people, helping them 'see' for the eyes seem to 'say' more than a thousand words can... 

Jaya Jaya Sankara Hara Hara Sankara