Ram Proshad, a super poet-saint of the 17th century, worshiped Kali additionally. At some point he was once mending a fence on his belongings, when his daughter got here and helped him. He’d been making a song. His daughter requested him, “To whom are you making a song, Daddy?”
“I’m making a song to my Divine Mom Kali. However She’s very naughty! Although I incessantly sing to Her, She by no means involves me.”
“If She by no means comes, Daddy, why do you stay on calling? Isn’t all of it a needless waste of time?” With a gentle snigger, his daughter then ran away.
Later that day, his activity completed, Ram Proshad went indoors. There he informed his spouse how their daughter were serving to him. The spouse answered, “That isn’t imaginable. She’s spending the entire day at the different aspect of the town with some buddies.”
When their daughter returned that night, he puzzled her. She spoke back, “Daddy, you’ll be able to ask anyone. I wasn’t right here. I used to be a ways away, at the different aspect of the town.”
After which Ram Proshad discovered that it were his Divine Mom, coming to him within the type of his daughter, and teasing him by way of pronouncing, “If She by no means comes, why do you stay calling to Her?”
So you spot, Kali is available in many paperwork, and seldom, if ever, within the shape one beholds within the temples. She will also be infinitely type, pleasant—even teasingly playful! Her eyes, then again, despite the fact that childlike, divulge additionally the deep, ego-free calmness of Infinity.
-From God as Divine Mom