Mother plays the harp
Our spine is a harp of thirty three strings,
each vertebra sounding a unique note,
which when touched by kundalini grows wings,
that in the vast void, presence may free float.
Thirty three nodes, thirty three rings of light,
full scale of a rainbow, beyond seven,
vertebrae on which we sense bliss delight,
Jacob’s ladder that takes us to heaven.
Such is the truth by consciousness affirmed,
esoteric wisdom sung in folklore,
which in some scattered scriptures is confirmed,
known in stillness, when we open heart’s door.
Oh worthy hermit, bookmark not this page ~
Vaporise ego to become a sage
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