Zen mode
aligned with spine
slow heat spreads
radially in our back
third eye twinkles
the navel whirs
jugular notch throbs
orifice in fontanel
expands to admit
grace as it in-pours
magnetised palms
poised to heal
hum with power
soles of feet
tuned in to the beat
ground us to Mother Earth
as both Holy Spirit
and organic form
we become the all
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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