Kundalini in Royal Oak

 






​She sits in her cave
And within her belly
She feels the birthing of clouds.
She senses them also   
Dancing around her shoulders.
 
She then feels the need to fly
And so
She spirals in forms across the sky.
 
When she wants,
Clouds spill out from her belly  
like apples falling from a bag.
 
And they are there!
 
See and wonder into them
As slowly or quickly
They shift their shapes
In elegant beauty, 
Walking or running 
Across the sky.
 
We find ourselves
in this Goddess
always more wonderful than
what we had assumed.
 
The texts point, the heart experiences.
 
She shines
In a fantastic gesture of the eyes.
No need to see
What we have felt
Others see and feel it
in on our radiance.       
 
As the clouds churn out their rain
An orphaned dog cowers under a tree.
The Goddess is there.
She also hears a man curse a hundred times
for it Is raining again
and she feels the pain of the man
noticing his feet have become damp
and his love colder
and diminished in his heart.
 
Heads nod this way and that,
Minds collide, resonate or repel
one gesture
yields a yes
the other maintains
a no.
 
Who can feel this Goddess
Shakti Kundalini?
The primordial life force.  
 
Some have a sense of her
but through fear,  
imprison themselves
in her shopfront garrisons
like mannikins, with a price tag
around their necks,
that none will come in and pay for.
 
They feel
a wind they hear
but do not feel
They know a Sun
they see
but no not see.
 
She gives and she takes.
And we toss ourselves back to the wind
and exclaim in joy,
for others there are flying!
 
Do you see them ascend the golden spirals in the air?
Dance their joy into the chambers of time?
 
Of course,
at night they also tumble down,
as do we all
back to the bed
of myrtle shade
we all share. 
 
Allotted time,
spaces we feel.
 
Forms that dance
all within this Goddesses
bright radiance. 

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