My Kali files millions of mind kites
In the windy bazaar of relativity,
Human egos that dart and float
In the empty sky
Secured only by invisible strings
Mother’s power of miraculous activity.

Kali constructs these marvelous kites
>From cosmic elements
To express her own sublime joy.
Their wood, glue, and paper bodies
Are composed of bone, nerve, and skin.
The colorful pattern of each kite is unique
Its design intricate and refined.

The kite strings are soaked in sticky resin,
Egocentric pleasure, to make them hold strong,
And these strings are imbued with ground glass,
Mother’s liberating wisdom,
To make them sharp.
When one kite in a hundred thousand is cut free
By the razor edge of non-duality,
You laugh in delight, O Goddess
And clap your hands with childlike glee
Sounding your high-pitched cry of victory.

This poet is thrown into ectasy:
“May the kite of my mind break free,
ride the great wind of divine energy
across the ocean of opacity,
and drift down gently
on the transparent shore
of Kali’s mystery.”

Songs of Ramprasad
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