My blissful Mother exists fully through every creature!

Meditate, O mind, on the mystery of Kali. 

Use any method of worship you please, 

or be free from methods, 

breathing day and night her living name 

   as the seed of power 

planted by the teacher in your heart.

Consider the simple act of lying down to sleep 

    as devoted offering of body and mind to her. 

Allow your dreams to become 

   radiant meditations on the Cosmic Mother. 

As you wander through countryside or city, 

feel that you are moving through Kali, Kali, Kali. 

All sounds you hear are her natural mantras 

   arising spontaneously 

as the whole universe worships her, 

prostrates to her, awakens to her. 

The Goddess, who is unitive wisdom, 

constitutes the letters of every alphabet. 

Every word secretly bears the power of her name.

The singer of this mystic hymn is overwhelmed:

“Wonderful! Wonderful! My blissful Mother 

  exists fully through every creature! 

O wandering poet, 

whatever food or drink you receive, 

offer as oblation in the sacrificial fire of your body 

  and dissolve your mind 

into her all-encompassing reality.

Listen to me, Death!

Listen to me, Death! You must leave here immediately. How can you touch me? I have captured Goddess Kali. I have bound her hands and feet    with adamantine strands of pure love. Her intimate presence alone    now shines from the stronghold of my heart. The twelve-petal lotus that floats in my chest    is surrounded by her fierce flames. I contemplate with awe    the thousand-petal lotus at my crown where the golden honey of mystic union    is flowing eternally. O Mother Kundalini, my entire being is swept upward continuously    by your current of wisdom energy. I have taken precautions so that Goddess Kali    cannot escape from within me. Single-minded devotion guards her with every breath. These two eyes are her gatekeepers. My third eye has become her own clear vision. Suspecting that the fatal fever of egocentricity    would attack my mind and body, I have taken the ancient remedy    prescribed by my illumined master. The medicine Om Kali, taken four times daily, cures the chronic illness of me! me! me! Emboldened by the indwelling of the Mother, this warrior poet calls out: “Listen to me, Death, so your insane pride    will at last be humbled. You can take away only this form. I have already begun my deathless journey, chanting Kali! Kali! Kali!