Mahakali: The Divine Enigma

In the cosmic dance of creation and destruction,

Mahakali emerges, fierce and untamed.

Her skin, an obsidian canvas, adorned with stars,

Eyes aflame with the secrets of eternity.

In her four hands, she wields potent symbols:

A crescent-shaped sword, severing illusions,

A trident, piercing through veils of ignorance,

A demon's severed head, a testament to victory,

And a skull-cup, catching the elixir of life.

Her hair, a tempest of storm clouds,

Writhes like serpents, whispering ancient truths.

Fangs protrude from her crimson lips,

As she dances on the edge of existence,

Consuming the demons of our fears.

Her tongue, lolling, drips their blood,

A crimson river of transformation.

Around her neck, a garland of severed heads,

Each representing conquered ego and desire.

She wears the universe as her skirt,

A tapestry of cosmic battles won.

Jai Mahakali, the primal force,

Time's relentless rhythm,

Life's fierce embrace,

Death's liberating kiss.

She is the yoganidra of Vishnu,

The cosmic dreamer in eternal slumber.

Her wrath births galaxies, her compassion cradles souls,

In her dance, creation and dissolution merge,

And the veil between worlds dissolves.

Mahakali, dark and dazzling,

We bow before your mystery,

For within your chaos lies the seed of rebirth,

And in your fierce gaze, we find liberation. 🌑🔥🙏🏽

May Mahakali’s energy guide us through the cycles of existence. 🌟🔱