Kali Ma

 

[at my altar for sadhana]

oh, Kali Ma,

all of my word-clothing
has been eaten for dinner
by your flame-red tongue

the shape of my ecstasy
awaits the
hammer of your forge

and all my assumptions fall
like rain,
filling the creases
in the dark, wet earth
that is your body

I come to you empty,
forehead to the floor...

empty
me
more

 

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes at  Studio Petronella
model in photograph: ofelia
on the advent of Kali Ma Sadhana,  sept 2015