Seat of the soul
without affirming, we yet feel
tingling of the spiritual heart
third eye glistens, spine’s vibrant
million bliss ignitions in head start
root that holds all energies erect
reminds us of our humble origins
each pore a door, seeks an encore
of songs sung by ethereal virgins
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