Kali, I’m in love with your essence,
in human seed.
Yet, again at the hands of the proverbial thorn-covered rose I bleed.
This bag of bones attaches to fulfillment through others like him –
It cannot resist.
You know this.
You created it.
To what beautiful, Divine End?
I succumb to it again.
Make me impervious,
Make me your gate.
Let your Divine Will flow through me
Without words to negate
Your unspeakable Love
which, unlike words,
is not subject to mistake.
Help me proceed without regard for vulnerability,
so that there is nothing left to protect.
Show me: At last! nothing can hurt me.
I am Your cause –