Kundalini

In the opaque night across the space of silence, enfolding the languid landscape of my existence, bereft of the beguiled essence in indolent life, my pathway meanders in the labyrinth of torment. Trudging at the fringe of trying forbearance, I hear listless the whispering wind of wisdom tell me, this journey has no meaningful end. I’m entangled in the nebulous mesh of ambiguity. The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind finds gloomy dead end in the introspection path. That’s when the serpentine force opens the innate door, releasing the feminine energy of yogic awareness. My soul shines then with the ethereal radiance in the infinite depth of the discernment space, like the flaring brilliance of dormant tantric power, flashing through the seven chakras of perception. In my self-searching spiritual odyssey toward the edge of the enlightened eternity, I perceive the acuity centres configure consciousness and turn it into living beacon, lighting my inner self.