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Kundalini

They told me it coils, waiting— some snake of light at the root of all this flesh. But what stirred in me was quieter than myth. Not fire, not ecstasy— just a flicker behind the ribs when I wasn’t asking for anything at all. It didn’t climb, it drifted, slow and unsure like the memory of a song you’re not sure you dreamed. No chakras flared. No visions came. Only my breath paused— and for a blink I wasn’t sure it was mine. I stood still in the hallway, half-listening for footsteps that never came. Was that spirit? Or just the mind finding a shape for its own ache?

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