Kali's Spirit

Kali’s spirit seemed

to softly land,

surprisingly enough,

lifting clouds

of chaos as if

veils from on

top of my head,

the moon

shone bright

dripping down from

the sky to

its own reflection

in pure ecstasy

deep into the ocean

with smiles

turning to laughter,

and the

trees seemed

to notice,

they move along

to the singing

throat vibrations

that fell off

my green-tongued scales

and rhapsodied notes,

hierophant and

third-eyed hands

talking in their sleep

of dreams,

planes of heaven

on earth,

I still believed

absolutely always,

in miracles,

even when stuck

in pits of asphalt

with burning toxins,

being poured on skulls,

crossbones and crows,

eating flesh,

stomach upsets,

I coughed and spat out

that violence

shoved at you,

at me,

and dance,

very firmly in the sunshine,

in streams and

deep caverns

with splendor,

in tandem

tantric collective,

holy sisters,

sacred brothers,

reverent fathers,

wisdom mothers,

strongly yet humbly

we stomp the earth

in great thanks and celebration,

for the birthing

from weeping wombs,

carnal serenades,

green colors

to the worlds end and

beyond,

stars and angels,

love and light

be with you,

Kali and her

Metaphysics.