Inspired by the seven Chakras of Hindu practices.
Slowly pacing time,
allowing wisdom to intrude;
halo of a thousand crown jewels,
antecedent to all others,
splashes petals of colors
reaching out to God;
avenging all lies,
reveals the path
and restores the truth.
Against all fears
juggles the third eye,
nature of all that’s clear
among looks of scrutiny.
Vortex of purple color,
inspiration and expression
seeping through the full moon,
howling,
under spellbound euphoria,
dawning at morning light
defined by sixteen,
hovering towards purification
and enlightenment.
Among shades of gray,
nymph of all
acceptance,
heart of all flames
appears as the center of man,
trailing
all karma.
Mantra of Fire,
anecdote of feelings,
natal fetus of
intuition,
precursor of rain,
unchaste sun
rummaging the body
and ignoring the spirit.
Symbol of
Water,
altar of joy
deceives with pleasure;
horde of addictions
inspires sensual verses
surmounted by progeny,
telling tales of the black lotus,
hollow,
and vermilion;
nested in the sacral region,
alerts all senses and tastes.
Map of Earth,
ultimate root of nature,
lavishing yellow, red,
aspiring to bliss;
dainty petals
hemorrhaging delight,
austere excrement of
ravaging passions
and spiritual longing.
Body of drops
instills
notion of beginning,
doubling into many from
unity.
DM
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