Of all those I could’ve
chosen to worship, not only did I choose the death, I choose the black beautiful and incandescent radiance of my Kali. I choose the man who can look her in the eyes, and the boy who delights in her dance, and the student who bridges all her connections.. I sing;
“Om Hrim Shreem Klim Adya Kalika Param Eshwari Swaha” 🌺
There is a purgative component of my practice; orbiting caloric restriction, cyclic fasting, rigor in exercise, and adequate nutritional supplementation; The yoga of the heart will find use in these; Once someone begins, the chaos starts... it was always there yet to fully live responsibly ~ ripely ~ means to see and feel what was always numb before — do you see —
“The whole world worships ease and pleasure, and very few dare to worship that which is painful. To arise above both is the idea of freedom.
Unless we pass through this gate, we cannot be free. We all have to face these. 💀🐚🌊
{Swami Vivekananda}
Vivekananda(Naren) introduced me to the divine mother, Call her whatever name you like; Every brother has a mother, and a daughter a mother, and a bee a hive, and the darkness is even housed in something — summoned from a womb of immortal shadows — 🌕🖤
although it was exactly like being introduced to my own self, an entire dimension of new eyes ... is risen, and now I want to work with every form I see. There is an ethic and a dialectic role in being a leader, So thank you,
Thank all of you divinely inspiring and embodying the lovely and wonderful beauty of my great mother. So I may talk about it here; My silence suffices to make rhymes, and my hands only to be broken apart.. my whole eyes and heart burn waiting for her crescent - though you are already here. I feel so ready for the pit to be emptied. And the council to truly begin.
Om Klim Kalika-yei Namaha..