Red of Fire
Red of fire
Reddish fire in place of loins,
Fiery hell to thee enjoins,
Kundalini coiled it waits, until,
Opened doors the chakras willed,
Enjoined to feet of clay.
Orange door is very bright,
Growing larger orange sight,
Fill your mind yes until,
Strength of purpose is your will,
That’s right.
Yellow blossoms brightest day,
Cast the very blue away,
Brighter still to make you blink,
It be written, don’t let it shrink,
The spirit is in play.
Green of heart the healing mill,
Help your fellow man until,
The darkness gone, from night,
Lift spiritual from the blight,
enjoin the great God’s will.
Blue of throat the hearing feel,
Sound of others gone, revealed,
Light blue veil is unsealed,
Therein, within the night,
Hearing is our right.
Purple smoke the eyes beheld,
Image seen, ding dong the bells,
Danger comes as seen ther-in,
In the purple flashes dim,
It is your birthright.
Kundalini seeks the light,
From top of head a glowing white,
Understanding fruit of gall,
Aura glowing nine feet tall,
A spiritual delight.
We do have these swirling chakras,
these spiritual devices…
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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