O Mata Siddhidatri,
The texts say I have reached the end
Of my nine days of navratri upasana
Prostrating at your feet
I can present to you my heart’s desire
And vest from you
any of the special twenty six siddhis
With which I could conquer the world
But here I am looking at your serene hue
Your loving gaze soft on us ignorant mortals
Knowing not my strongest desire
Having lost my laundary list of demands
All I am is a pulsating being
Energized and vibrating in your name
Counting my blessings at your altar
While performing the dhunuchi naach
Accompanied with the deep beat of the dhak
As i sway with the rythym of the MahaAarti
The lamps fully lit and incenses burning
Cymbals clanging and conches ringing
Holding aloft as an offering
the wide mouthed earthen dhunuchi
Billowing the holy aromatic smoke
Weaving back and forth, I am lost
In the moment- in your worship
Offering to you the aromatic smoke
Of the intoxicating woody resin (benzoin)
Slowly burning my inner vasanas
On the coconut husk and coal
The air rings with the chant of your name
O mother, yet here I am
nursing a feeling of being bereft
The last nine days of joyous fervor
To start the day with a stuthi to you
To end the night contemplating about you
I wish these colorful celebrations
and festive fervor could continue
Celebrating all the divine and feminine goodness
Embodied by you O Mata Siddhidatri.
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