Mantra

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Om Sri Maha Kalikaiay Namah

Kali-Ma, take from me all that is false.
Take my eyes that I may see through Yours.
Take my tongue so that I may speak truth.
Take my hands so that I may touch Nothing.
Take my ears so that I may listen to the space between.
Take my nostrils so that Your divine Breath may enter me.
Take my flesh so that I may become whole.
Take my life, I am but Your child.

Kali-Ma, the darkness that always is, the darkness that always will be, the darkness that always was. Your tongue is a river of flame that burns away deceptive words. Your eyes are lanterns that see past the mist and clouds of insincerity. Your ears hear that which is unsaid. Your hands hold us all. Your nostrils breathe with the life-force that takes as well as gives. Your body is the darkness, Your yoni a hungering mouth. Planets ring Your thighs like heads of fallen enemies, stars like skulls of the ancestors rattle for You, music so You can dance. The thunder of Your soles upon the Void shakes down all walls, all cities, all worlds, leaving only the empty chasms of time.

Om Sri Maha Kalikaiay Namah

Kali-Ma, rip all illusion away from me and let me see truly.