Who can ever define Kali? Philosophers have debated through every system of logic, yogis have held their breath in timeless meditation, and scientists keep pushing the boundaries of the cosmos — yet Her mystery remains untamed. She is not an idea to be grasped but a reality to be experienced, not a concept to be explained but a presence to be felt.
The ancient seers saw Her everywhere — at the root where energy awakens and at the crown where awareness blossoms. She is the current that connects the atom to the galaxy, the unseen thread binding the micro and the macro, the particle and the wave. The yogi names Her Shakti; the scientist calls Her energy. Both speak of the same truth — there is no motion, no life, no existence without Her.
Imagine the universe as a vast lotus pond where the white swan of consciousness glides upon dark waters. The swan is the soul; the waters are Kali Herself. She is both the Mother who gives birth to the world and the silent Witness who watches it unfold. In every heartbeat, every atom, every blink of awareness — She is there, guiding creation with the effortless rhythm of divine law.
Modern science, in its own way, confirms this wonder. What physicists once called empty space is now known to be a quantum field — a fertile void alive with endless potential. From that invisible matrix arise galaxies, stars, and the spark of life. To the mystic, this is nothing less than the Mother’s cosmic womb, from which all creation emerges and to which all returns. The universe is not outside Her; it is within Her — as waves are within the sea.
And beside Her stands Mahakala — Time beyond time — who alone comprehends Her fully. For She is time, and He is eternity. The human mind, bound by clocks and calendars, can only glimpse Her truth in flashes — through love, compassion, awe, and surrender.
To celebrate Kali is not to fear Her dark form but to understand Her dance. Destruction, creation, joy, sorrow — all are movements of the same pulse. The Mother’s laughter rolls through galaxies, reminding us that nothing truly ends; it merely changes shape.
So, when we bow to Her this Kali Puja, let it be with understanding, not fear. The universe is Her body, consciousness is Her spirit, and our own heart is Her throne. In the stillness between two heartbeats, when thought dissolves, She reveals Herself — not as darkness, but as the light that no sun can outshine.
To know Kali is not to describe Her — but to dissolve into Her, the Infinite Mother beyond thought, beyond time, beyond self.
Samajdar is clinical pharmacologist and diabetes and allergy-asthma therapeutics specialist in Kolkata. Joshi is a Mumbai-based endocrinologist
