Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Black,
You come in any hue, any shade you desire.
Your hair braided, shaken loose, there you stand,
Wild Woman, Cosmic Destroyer,
Supreme Nurturer, Divine Mother,
I behold your fangs, and the blood that drips,
Amidst severed heads I feel no fear,
Your weapons, your blessings held aloft in eight arms,
And yet I hold you so dear.
My heart opens, it blooms like the blood rose,
Take me into your Womb,
My tears fall and salt the Earth,
Take me into your arms,
Never again will I forget, Never again will I Part,
One Body, One Will, One Tender Heart.
Mother, for that is who you are to me.
Mother, Teacher, Guide me to My Destiny
Till Daughter Grows and in the Mirror she sees,
Mother. Grown to Maturity.
Blessed Be, The Primordial She!
~ Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD ❤ ❤ ❤