science was put to bed
every Sunday when Therese Neumann bled
living on wafers of communion bread
on the divine love light she fed
you don't have to get stigmata
to know how to do what you've gotta
take your will and solder
it to the goddess' daughters
rise above the slaughter dive under the water
reconnect to your divine mater

Mother Meera is a magic mirror
if you look too close You will sear you
snap crackle stop go your sappy fears
and it hurts to burn but you'll be clear
and you may stop playing the tragic hero
and become a blessed magic zero
and you'll stop chasing away the snakes
and see they're made in the shade of the tale you chase
snips and snails are sacred
nothing is wasted in a state of animated grace

Satya Sai Baba for his followers
just materialized a double rudraksha
and a dash of vibuti ash to follow it
to symbolize desire's end product
but you won't see this on the news much
it wouldn't doom you to overconsume stuff
but we can still get through this Kali Yuga
with a little bit of yoga union
layered onion cry peeling feelings
get to the empty surrendered middle
and let go through it

Mata Amritananda Mayi
holds us to her perfumed bosom lightly
and kisses our leperous wounds dry
except for a small spot so we'll still cry
to Goddess to calm our pirate malestorm
and earn a wise old quiet halo
remaining faithful to Noah's gnosis rainbow
till the above is as the below
the buffalo was white as snow
she knows she knows she knows

The Jesus we know gave and gave
but he spent years meditating in a Himalayan cave
so he wouldn't be so mad about how badly we behaved
when so few of us really wanted to change
but you don't have to be nailed to a cross
to know the pain of loving at a loss
every bent codependent knows the cost
of martyring themselves for the lost
no longer tossed about concentrating
on someone else-- centered witness in the eye of Self

The times are hectic but a great spirt moves through the death
Kali's heavy necklace is dripping red
her countless arms are chopping heads
ripping away the veils that we refuse to shed
so we can stand at the volcano's edge dancing a hula
and walk across hot lava with the big Kahunas
the goddess Pele will keep out feet cool
letting us break all of the usual rules
when these loaned robes fold
and the zen bones ring OM
out of the koan back home

Here's the Hindu goddess Kali doing some serious stomping. She inspired this song. According to the Hindus, were are currently in the Kail Yuga which is the darkest most insane age. This seems to be true if you watch the news. It is the also the hardest time to attain or maintain enlightenment which makes the personages in the song even more special.