Kali's Kavya-- Mother's Blessing Part 1 & 2

This poem is a love letter to Ganga Ma, the river that holds it all—the past, the pain, the prayers, the rebirth. She flows straight from Shiva’s crown, carrying his stillness and Shakti’s power in every ripple. She doesn’t force, she doesn’t fight—she just moves, teaching us how to surrender, how to trust the current even when we don’t know where it’s taking us.

Ganga Ma does not resist; she moves with the wind, shapes herself to the earth, and teaches through her unwavering flow. She is both gentle and fierce, pushing us to our edges, asking if we trust, reminding us that healing is not something to be forced but something to be felt.

I wrote this as a reflection of that trust, of what it feels like to step into her waters, to let her strip away the weight of old stories and soften what’s been hardened. She pushes, she challenges, she cradles. Healing isn’t linear, and neither is her flow, but she reminds me that I don’t have to rush. I just have to show up.

And so I listen. I let go. I let her take me home. Shiva, Shiva, Shambo. Om Kalikaye Namaha. A mantra, a breath, a blessing

Mothers Blessing Part 1

From the peak of the Himalayas, where Shiva sits in meditation,

Flows the holiest river, dissolving all separation.

Ganga Devi Ma, sent down to earth,

Bestowing her divine gift—the power of rebirth.

After the storm, her current grows stronger,

Stepping in takes courage; I hesitate longer.

Her flow is her power, crafted with ease,

Guided by the wind, she follows the breeze.

I trust that she will hold me with the purest intention,

A mother who bathes her children in love and affection.

Rough around the edges, yet fierce with arms of grace,

A body made of water—she is Shakti with no face.

A gentle reminder that the tide will come and go,

Pushing me beyond my limits, she forces me to grow.

She tests me every moment, asking if I trust—

Healing isn’t linear; it’s not something you can rush.

Let the rain fall down into the holy river of her tears,

Shining light on every shadow, exposing all my fears.

As I sit upon the river’s edge, I can finally breathe again,

Her voice calls me forward—beyond the riverbend.

My feet kiss the water; a shiver in my bones,

A moment of surrender—the river takes me home.

So let her take the pain away, release it, let it go,

Whispering the mantra: Shiva, Shiva, Shambo.

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Mothers Blessing Part 2

I soften into stillness,

I put away the phone.

I allow the blessing of the river

To carry me back home.

Turn back to the water—

She’s calling out your name.

It doesn’t matter how you got here,

Just be glad you came.

I breathe into her lifeline,

Let the karma melt away.

If I get quiet enough,

I can hear what she has to say.

“Let go of this burden,

You’ve been struggling far too long.”

She cradles me with care

As she sings my favorite song.

Soaking in her waters,

The gift of Ganga Ma,

I hear the mantra echo—

Om Kalikaye Namaha.

Every experience a story,

Every misstep a lesson.

“When will you learn, my child?

This is your mother’s blessing."

-Kali Grayce