Sometimes you appear as the peaceful helpmate
seated beside Shiva in quiet harmony.
Sometimes you manifest as the radiant cosmos
and its countless living beings.
Sometimes you play as the incomparable Radha,
courageous lover of Lord Krishna.
Other times you manifest as Mother Kundalini,
the evolutionary potency
coiled at the root of the subtle body.
But this mad poet refuses to pay heed
to any theology, any philosophy.
I can only weep:
Ma, Ma, Ma!
This is your sweetest name,
transcending all descriptions.
-Ramprasad
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