Who found Thee o'bountiful genderless
I do not know but sense Thee
Spirited very much to empower
A spiritful breed of genesis
Blossoming red over Thou omnipresence
It's the Dharmi the causer
With Dharma the action
To create and create alone
And how can be accosted
Than the Mother or Amma
The engendering ethereal spark Thou
And how else Mother be personified
Than a Woman four-handed
Gripping one a rope
Another a goad
To slay off fear of death
To wrap me with Her robe of love
And my mind before Her
Like a sugarcane bowing
She to curb my senses
Touch, smell, hearing, taste and sight
With five flower-arrows gently
And when I do accost o' Mother
Arises from the fire of Knowledge
She, Devi Lalithambika girlish and golden red
Like She when rose to slay Bandasura
The ashes reshaped of burnt Manmatha
To slay the devil that's torturing from within me
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