That time we knew might come has now arrived:
reading the obituaries of our contemporaries
has become a regular occurrence, nor do they
surprise or shock us like they once did.
It was a victory to appear here, a victory
to leave — a “win-win” proposition.
From the point of view of eternity, what happens
in-between the two is neither victory nor defeat —
just another pearl strung on Kali’s necklace
as she dances in and out of time.
Dance, Kali, dance, flashing that mysterious smile!
Dance, Kali Ma, with the darkness in your eyes!
Within your deathly goddess gaze, all the dearly dead
are dancing — you’ve graciously taken their heads
and replaced them with the endless night sky.
Every beaming star is a soul, headless and happy.
Such glorious celestial happiness is your play.
Everything and everyone combines to be you,
and so you just get brighter and brighter —
infinitely, joyously expanding!
The open transparent space in which your play
transpires is not other than my own mind,
so I do not fear that virtual death.
I bow down to you for your divine compassion,
that everything can shed its skin and become
something even more magnificent, more alive
in the midst of its death, in the terrible
glare of your holy darkness.
Great are you, great we are, and great
beyond great is your victory!