Feeling a lot like this these days…
Om Kali Ma,
you filled me with rage
what seemed like endless grief
and the need to wail, scream, expend,
howl with eruption
like the blood that gushes gummy and thick,
an outpouring of death amid my heaviest flow.
Is it no wonder
that the moon was in Scorpio
when I felt your stinging knife
pierce through my shroud?
a rage so deep it felt beyond me,
this skin, these cells,
the life I have lived these past 43 years.
Yet despite the depth
the tears flowed easily,
my diaphragm rising and falling
like a call to some other season,
the need to shed common, understood,
a cycle of molting and re-birth,
a ceremony of transition innate to every being.
So close to the surface
Om Kali Ma it felt like home,
so deep in my belly and loins
I know this goes beyond me,
to my sisters…
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