Ground your being into God,
way in the black-back of emotions,
convex, concave, rising and falling of ribs,
Kali is Gustav’s shadow dancer.
Way in the black-back of emotions,
it is not you estranged from root and ground,
Kali is Jung’s shadow dancer,
her palms waved in front of red candles.
It is not you estranged from root and ground,
dripping the waxy, orange of passion,
her palms waved in front of red candles,
death howls with the glowing halos of hell.
Dripping the waxy, orange of passion,
convex, concave, rising and falling of ribs,
death howls with the glowing halos of hell.
Ground your being into God.