Kundalini
Kundalini, the coiled serpent.
Waiting to be properly awakened.
To begin the raising of the truth.
The answers to all the hard questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living.
The serpent of energy fills with light.
To supply the passion of character.
And reconnoiter this suit of being.
Walking on pillows, a foot off the ground.
When the worry wanes and joy takes its place.
You become the one you were meant to be.
To master the Kundalini fire.
For it has the power to enlighten.
Yet like all fire must be respected.
Used like a tool, not like a fool.
One could become like the saints of old.
With miracles and superpowers.
And the answers to all those questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living!
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