An esoteric chakra
Each thought train immerses us in deep trance,
emerging from which we then awaken
in staid silence, making erect our stance,
that in dreams, light of Self was forsaken.
Between crown and Bindu, a chakra stirs,
throbbing with bliss, whence we know all is well,
that in joy as our tremulous heart purrs,
we are there and then free from ego’s spell.
Kundalini as always has Her way,
as sublime magic mind cannot translate,
which matters not, since life’s a divine play,
where during each pause, nodes within gyrate.
Bliss nectar pierces each body vector,
wherein we’re but a humble receptor.
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