Shakti Sadhana

The Mother  by Shankaree Written on Chitra pournami, 2003.

The Mother I close my eyes The world becomes dark The Dark Mother, Ratri comes To gather us at Her bosom And we sleep. Time created by the Timeless one marches on The horizon lightens The Law demands we awake So She becomes Ushas, the Dawn With Her golden fingers, She caresses us And we awake. A child cries for food when it awakes And so do we We turn to Her And She becomes Prithvi, the Earth Yielding us Her bounties We eat and become sated For our play, we wish for trinkets We call for our Mother She becomes Lakshmi Giving us gold, diamonds, emeralds, sapphires and more So that we maybe happy We see and covet So, we wish to fight. But how? We look to Her She who smiles becomes furious She is Kali, the warrior and We learn the art of war from Her Enough, we cry. We want to know now. So, without complain, She becomes Saraswathi The flawless One. She gives us knowledge. And we realize. "O' Mother! Whatever we ask, You give with joy. Indeed, who else but You is able to Shower us with love and gifts?" we praise. She smiles serenely. The horizon darkens. Yet again as Ratri, She gathers us and we sleep. I open my eyes and Glance at the clock. What wonder? Only a moment has passed.