a natural disaster (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} a_renunciation) wrote,@ 2009-10-04 20:08:00 |
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At the edge of a wood, Kali met a wise man.
[...] Around him the light formed a halo, and Kali felt rising from her own inner depths the presentiment of a vast definitive peace, where worlds would stop and beings would be delivered; and of a day of beatitude on which both life and death will be equally useless, an age in which the All would be absorbed into Nothingness, as if that pure vacuity that she had just conceived were quivering within her like a future child.
The Master of Great Compassion lifted a hand to bless the passing woman.
"My immaculate head has been fixed to the body of infamy," she said. "I desire and do not desire, I suffer and yet I enjoy, I loathe living and am afraid to die."
"We are all incomplete," said the wise man. "We are all pieces, fragments, shadows, matterless ghosts. We all have believed that we have wept and that we have felt pleasure for centuries."
"I was a goddess in Indra's heaven," said the harlot.
"And yet you were not freer from the chain of things, nor your diamond body safer from misfortune than your body of flesh and filth. Perhaps, unhappy woman, dishonored traveler of every road, you are about to attain that which has no shape."
"I am tired," moaned the goddess.
Then, touching with the tip of his fingers the black tresses soiled with ashes, he said: "Desire has taught you the emptiness of desire; regret has shown you the uselessness of regret. Be patient, Error of which we are all a part, Imperfect Creature thanks to whom perfection becomes aware of itself, O Lust which is not necessarily immortal..."
-"Kali Beheaded"
[...] Around him the light formed a halo, and Kali felt rising from her own inner depths the presentiment of a vast definitive peace, where worlds would stop and beings would be delivered; and of a day of beatitude on which both life and death will be equally useless, an age in which the All would be absorbed into Nothingness, as if that pure vacuity that she had just conceived were quivering within her like a future child.
The Master of Great Compassion lifted a hand to bless the passing woman.
"My immaculate head has been fixed to the body of infamy," she said. "I desire and do not desire, I suffer and yet I enjoy, I loathe living and am afraid to die."
"We are all incomplete," said the wise man. "We are all pieces, fragments, shadows, matterless ghosts. We all have believed that we have wept and that we have felt pleasure for centuries."
"I was a goddess in Indra's heaven," said the harlot.
"And yet you were not freer from the chain of things, nor your diamond body safer from misfortune than your body of flesh and filth. Perhaps, unhappy woman, dishonored traveler of every road, you are about to attain that which has no shape."
"I am tired," moaned the goddess.
Then, touching with the tip of his fingers the black tresses soiled with ashes, he said: "Desire has taught you the emptiness of desire; regret has shown you the uselessness of regret. Be patient, Error of which we are all a part, Imperfect Creature thanks to whom perfection becomes aware of itself, O Lust which is not necessarily immortal..."
-"Kali Beheaded"
