O Kali Primordial

[Guest guest]

O Kali Primordial, from Thy hand of creative power issue the vibrations of

Aum, materializing in an inexhaustible, bewildering, and wondrous variety of

finite forms. Another hand holds the astral sword of preservation, keeping guard

over planetary rhythms and balances. Thy third hand clutches the severed head of

Cosmos, symbolizing annihilation in Brahma’s night. Thy fourth hand stills the

storm of delusion and bestows on devotees Thy rays of salvation.

 

Everywhere, O Kali, I hear Thy voice, resounding in the thunder or singing

softly in the flux of atoms. I hear Thee in the symphony of spinning stars. I

hear Thee, too, in the tinkling bells of little, laughing, harmonious lives.

Thou art nearer to me than the throbs of my heart; and I perceive Thee on the

farthest horizon of consciousness.

 

– Paramahansa Yogananda, in “Whispers from Eternity”