My Kali

 I had been deep in Tantric practices.
Working with, and transmuting,
the sexual energy currents of the body.

Desires melted away on their own,
sexual delights no longer held my mind hostage,
but then there she was.

My Kali, my executioner, my lover, my, well, she wasn't mine,
but her emergence into my life,
it changed everything.

I was ignited.
The serpent which I had enchanted with songs of peace,
and practices of yoga, could not be consoled.

It writhed, and with it my heart sank.
Tormented again by longing,
A longing, which a silent voice told me, would not be satiated anytime soon.


And all I could do was stand by and watch all that I had built,
melt and burn and crumble.

It was only when I decided to walk away,
that Kali decided she wanted to play.

So now I walk steadfast into the den of my executioner.
Unmoved by fear,
unmoved by my desire.

I walk, to face her. To see her. Clearly.
Without the facade, without the social games.
To see, whom it is, that has ignited within me,
such a change.