Thursday, August 25, 2005

Devi Bhava Poem

She appeared to me in the form of Devi
With a sword in her hands
She danced
Her face absorbed in pure bliss
She gave my cheek a sweet kiss
Her feet as pure as can be
To pour honey and ghee
Adorned in absolute beauty
She is a blissful cuttie
No matter what you can see
She is 100 times prettyier than thee
With a crown on her head
And bangles on her ancles
She is the infinite goddess Amriteswari

Aum Amriteswarayi Namaha


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