Devi

Hindus call her Gayatri, Christians call her the Virgin Mary, Buddhists call her the Compassion, Sufis call her the Movement; other ancient religions simply call her Mother Earth. She is our source, our sustenance and our end. She is Kundalini, the power moving us toward the unity of all life.

She combines in Herself the tenderness of all mothers and the passion of all lovers, wisdom and insanity, childishness and experience, cruelty and faithfulness.

She is an Angel and a Devil, fire and icy water, She smells of a musk of a barrel house and of an incense of a temple. On the final day of their construction, what is the difference between a bar and a temple? Absolutely none - and they will often have the same customers too!

Devi says, “I am Chirst, I am Christian; I am Mohamed, I am the Muslim; I am Brahmana and I am Chandala; I am God and I am the Devil; I am the sinner and I am the virtuous; I am the wise man as well as the dunce; I am the disciple as well as the Guru; It is I that listen and I that speak; I am certitude and I am doubt; I am Heaven and I am Hell; I am darkness and I am light; I am Yoga and I am Bhoga; I am Freedom and I am Bondage; I am everything. Look, look, look close, I am there in every atom, in every molecule. How can you bear grudge or hatred against anybody? I am all; there is nothing which is not myself. I alone was in the past; I alone am in the present; I alone shall be in the future. Whomsoever you envy, you envy me, in this vast universe, it is I alone, who exist”



She is raw power (the living veritable tigress when She catches hold of you) representing on the one hand Thanatos - the death instinct, and on the other - irrepressible Eros. She represents the burning head of desire plus the detachment of the burial ground.

These are Her two poles; She is the bipolar entity, the unity of opposites. And the world manifests in the separation of Kali and Kala; it disappears in their union.

She is maya; dissolution of maya leads to mahasamadhi from which there is no return. This is the reason why it is insisted that you treat Devi as your mother; then the thought of enjoying Her does not arise that easily in the head, preserving your life. But think! what better way to die than in the hands of mother, to become Shiva, a death like corpse? If you are Her child, She feeds you with milk from Her ever full breasts; and the milk of life is sweet indeed. But in the total recognition there is no second - one does indeed become Shiva and Shakti in union; then there is no manifest world, except the continuous unending bliss. And one who has once tasted the sweetness of it, does not want to come back, except as a sacrifice of freedom brought about willfully!



So long you have been sleeping under delusion; now that you have already known the nature of your own self by the grace of Guru, then why yet to hesitate ? By leaving aside all your idleness and giving up all sorts of your weakness, raise up yourself, and with the shouting of ‘DEVI’, ‘DEVI’, awaken Her Dears from their sleep!

tavaivāsmi! tavaivāsmi! na jīvāmi tvayā vinā!
iti vijñāya devi tvaṁ naya māṁ caraṇāntikam!


'I am Yours, I am Yours! I cannot live without You! O Devi! Knowing this, please take me to Your lotus feet!'