Lift you up. You are a little bit of a little bit You go to sleep again. To Cross you, I hold your hand, You leave your hand, You are lost in chaurasi. – the most respected gurudev..
The God of this world, the death of the world, has revealed to himself the ard’dhacētanā, the This is the black. Mahakali. Kaal and Kali. Black is not a black goddess. The male man who is in the throat of Kali is all of you. And in the door where all the men are tied…