People say Kali is black,
but my heart doesn’t agree.
If She’s black,
how can She light up the world?
Sometimes my Mother is white,
sometimes yellow, blue, and red.
I cannot fathom Her.
My whole life has passed
trying.
She is Matter,
then Spirit,
then complete Void.
It’s easy to see
how Kamalakanta
thinking these things
went crazy.
---by Kamalakanta (1769–1821)
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