The Womb of the Universe

My Mother,

Immeasurable,

Auspicious doorway,

Clothed in space,

Dressed in emptiness

Adorned only by vastness

The naked moment,

Birthing in every second renewed and continual

You create our worlds, for pleasure, play, and our learning

You measure all worlds, you measure us into existence

You birth all worlds, you birth us

You nurse all worlds, you nurse us

You grow all worlds, you grow us

You dissolve all worlds, you are the end of us as we know ourselves

You mature all worlds, you are our maturing

You are our supporter, mother of the universe

Cause of bliss,

Golden

Destroyer of misery and poverty,

Bestower of eloquence, the power of speech

The virtuous bestower of magnificent desires

The rider of time, the dissolver of time, the creator of time

Slayer, mother, and nurse

Servant and sovereign 

Authority and student

Worshipped and the worshipper

 You live in the act in between

The play, player, played, and the playing

The magic of nothing within the loving field of everything

The power of Women

Supreme and subservient

Dancing life into being

Serving and being served

The power that is unstoppable

Drunk on bliss

Wielding the cleaver that separates false from true

Untouched, unattached, by passion, yet the heart of passion itself

The red flow, death of the ego

Creator of fear, laughing loudly at its play

The luminous beauty of the eyes that see so clearly

Rolling with love piercing with gratitude

Flashing

Yet demure, deep, and enticing

In the softness of the lotus heart 

Adorned with rubies glowing

Your form is the night of time

Eternal night, eternal rest

A bed where all identities come to dissipate

You are the authentic sound of Being

Creation resounding resonating

Rumbling through awareness

The hum in the back of our thoughts

The hum in the background of our feelings

The hum as our bodies unite

Dominate in bed

Tiger footed in movement

Sure and agile

Graceful and serene

Hair wild and free flowing in all directions

You ride creation into being

As the power of time

You devour us, your children

As the power of time

You stand astride, resplendent upon the corpse of this universe

When we are born you are there

When we die you are there also

Eternally the same in the intensity of being

All our acts, all our fruits, come back to you Mother

Everything returns back to you

It is only our arrogance that stops us seeing the truth as it is

All that is limited fears that beyond its limits

You as the creator of time, stand beyond time, beyond limits

One who is beyond all fear can protect us all from fear

As long as we identify with anything there is fear

This is why you are clothed in space

The dissolving of all fear into freedom

Based on the 108 Names of Kali

(Womb Wisdom: Padma and Anaiya Aon Prakasha)