Ram Proshad, a really perfect poet-saint of the 17th century, worshiped Kali additionally. Sooner or later 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! Regardless that I steadily 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 unnecessary waste of time?” With a gentle snicker, his daughter then ran away.

Later that day, his process completed, Ram Proshad went indoors. There he advised his spouse how their daughter were serving to him. The spouse responded, “That isn’t conceivable. She’s spending the entire day at the different facet of the town with some pals.”

When their daughter returned that night time, he wondered her. She replied, “Daddy, you’ll be able to ask any one. I wasn’t right here. I used to be a long way away, at the different facet of the town.”

After which Ram Proshad learned that it were his Divine Mom, coming to him within the type of his daughter, and teasing him by means of announcing, “If She by no means comes, why do you stay calling to Her?”

So you spot, Kali is available in many paperwork, and infrequently, if ever, within the shape one beholds within the temples. She may also be infinitely sort, pleasant—even teasingly playful! Her eyes, on the other hand, although childlike, expose additionally the deep, ego-free calmness of Infinity.

-From God as Divine Mom