Ram Proshad, an incredible poet-saint of the seventeenth century, worshiped Kali additionally. At some point he was mending a fence on his property, when his daughter got here and helped him. He’d been singing. His daughter requested him, “To whom are you singing, Daddy?”
“I’m singing to my Divine Mom Kali. However She’s very naughty! Although I usually sing to Her, She by no means involves me.”
“If She by no means comes, Daddy, why do you carry on calling? Isn’t all of it a ineffective waste of time?” With a light-weight snicker, his daughter then ran away.
Later that day, his job completed, Ram Proshad went indoors. There he advised his spouse how their daughter had been serving to him. The spouse replied, “That isn’t doable. She’s spending the entire day on the opposite aspect of city with some buddies.”
When their daughter returned that night, he questioned her. She answered, “Daddy, you may ask anyone. I wasn’t right here. I used to be far-off, on the opposite aspect of city.”
After which Ram Proshad realized that it had been his Divine Mom, coming to him within the type of his daughter, and teasing him by saying, “If She by no means comes, why do you retain calling to Her?”
So that you see, Kali is available in many types, and infrequently, if ever, within the kind one beholds within the temples. She can be infinitely form, pleasant—even teasingly playful! Her eyes, nevertheless, although childlike, reveal additionally the deep, ego-free calmness of Infinity.
– From Paramhansa Yogananda and Swami Kriyananda, God as Divine Mom, Crystal Readability Publishers