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Ida
Pingala
Sushumna
Or nebula 

Cold breath
Hot breath
No breath
Know breath

Three known channels for the flow
One burns, one cools, one is mellow 
All provide a connected glow
In pristine stillness imperceptibly slow

Abandoning focus on technique
Let us take a sneak peek
At harnessing the enableability
While preserving our sanity

Pausing doctrines of theology
And electrochemistry of biology
Let us go into the actual experience
In innocence, with divine assistance 

The crux is our awakening
Not in the method stating
Going into the theory
Makes the soul weary

First, let us address the fears
Of the hot breath which sears
Burns
Innards upturns

Energy is simply energy
It is we who need to form a synergy
By deep inner cleansing of negativity 
Only then may we reclaim our be-ability

Distilled water does not conduct electricity 
It is the contaminant that causes fatality
It matters not which channel is the funnel
Hot, cold or central

When we wish to walk, we walk
When we wish to talk, we talk
The focus is not in the instrument
But upon intuitive use of our enablement

As long as we seek for self attainment
There is an ego manifest making a statement
Only when there remains no selector 
Is our empty cup within a fit receptor 

In case the point is missed
The message is simply this
Do not try to be a Houdini 
Forget about the Kundalini

As consciousness is shaken
We automatically awaken
Discarding fragmented imagination
We may embrace limitless elevation 

Kundalini, chakras, nodes
Parts, components of our body abode
Look not at the finger but at the beauteous moon
In the rhythm of oneness, we automatically swoon

In stillness

04-November-2020

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