Maa Adya: The Eternal Flame
On behalf all the Sadhakas to our Maa.
Felt Her breathe through dust and stone,
A black flame rising, fierce yet known.
The earth stood still, the air grew deep,
Maa Adya awakened from cosmic sleep.
No sculptor’s hand could form Her face,
It was Her will that filled the space.
Her eyes of fire & her silence vast,
A timeless pulse that forever lasts.
She rose unbound, where walls still bled,
The altar glowed, the incense spread.
No mortal voice could call Her name,
For she arrived through her own flame.
She doesn’t descend but erupts through clay,
Through hearts that ache and lose their way.
Her laughter dances through fear and pain,
Breaking illusions again and again.
My Maa, compassionate yet fierce beyond compare,
Yet tender as prayer, beyond despair.
Death bows low beneath Her feet,
For in Her fire, life is complete.
From womb to void, from cry to call,
She births the rise, dissolves the fall.
From ashes she builds, from silence she speaks,
Through shattered souls, her truth still leaks.
I saw in her eyes the world turned still,
They drank my fear, devoured my will.
Each wound in me became a flame,
Each scar now whispered Maa’s name.
My Maa, when you arrive, mind dies,
The ego burns, illusion cries.
You strip me bare, you break the lie,
Then lift my dust to kiss the sky.
You are the night that births the day,
The womb where galaxies pray.
Mahakaal breathes, You dance within,
Creation and end, both begin.
The Khadga You hold, my thoughts laid bare,
That skull...my pride, dissolved in air.
My Maa, You feast on all I claim,
And gift me peace without a name.
Maa Adya, take my fears away,
Let every shadow melt and stray.
Make me hollow, pure and still,
To hold Your grace, to serve Your will.
Bhairava guard my trembling breath,
Batuka smile through every death.
Guru’s glance ignite my seed,
Of wisdom, love, and fearless deed.
My Maa, You are the void and flame,
The pulse of life, beyond all name.
You break me only to make me whole,
You burn my mind to free my soul.
I am Yours forever known,
The dust beneath Your cosmic throne.
No heaven sought, no boon I crave,
Just let me chant till my final grave.
Each drop of blood, each thought, each tone,
Belongs to You, to You alone.
When I bow, it’s not from fear,
It’s remembrance My Maa is here.
Jai Maa AdyaMahaKali❤
She who dances within our bones,
The Black Flame that never dies,
The Mother who burns, who builds, who breathes,
The Silence behind all cries.
BhairavaKalikeNamosthute🙏
- By Siddharth Goswamy Shisya of Gurudev Shri Praveen Radhakrishnan