O Longing Mind

O longing mind, consecrate your being to pure love. Turn every thought to Goddess Tara. She will bear you tenderly across the raging sea of separation and individuality. Be utterly dedicated to her reality. Cry aloud Ma Kali, Ma Kali. Know that she can clarify the inconceivable maze of relativity. To hope for assistance and guidance through this world from wealth, relatives, and religious rites provides no profound solution. Have you forgotten that everyone is lost? Where are you now? Why are you traveling? This cosmos is the strange theater where souls act, wearing various costumes and disguises. This intricate play of transparent energy is initiated, sustained, and dissolved by Kali, who is the dream power of Absolute Reality. At this very moment, you are resting on the vast lap of Mother's cosmic dream that you misperceive as the narrow prison of suffering. Why abandon the kingdom of awareness to obsession with self and disdain for others, to hollow passion and abject clinging? You are creating a disease without a remedy. The brief day of your earthly life is almost over. Meditate now on beautiful Black Tara. She is seated upon the jewel island of essence in the transparent sea of ultimacy. This poet sings drunkenly: 'Tara! Tara! Tara! Your name is ambrosia. May all beings enter the secret sanctuary through this name, tasting your unique sweetness, self-luminous awareness.' [Translated by Lex Hixon from 'Mother of the Universe']