Best Sacral Poems
The Body Electric
Oh those lovely vibrant auric hues
emanating energy from the etheric body,
from the power of the spinning wheels,
each chakra our passionate souls relay
through unseen radiant colors
vibrating at higher frequencies than
our eyes can detect in an aura of
colored lights that shares our emotions,
our thoughts, spiritual, and physical wellbeing.
Each color transponds to our body's
seven chakras of red from the root,
orange from the sacral, yellow from the navel,
green from our heart chakra, blue from our throat,
and indigo from our third eye, lastly purple/white
from our crown chakra a special camera can capture.
Our visual, audial and tactile sensations
transform our aura colors instantly.
Peaceful and melodic music will convert
colors to a calming blue hue. Upbeat music
will transform to hues of red and yellows.
Love vibrates in orange and reds or deep pink.
If you want a rainbow of colors to gift you with
total balance view a peaceful scene,
watch a good movie, read inspiring poetry,
listen to beautiful tunes, or take some time
to meditate, become serene...
and your aura will reflect a
kaleidoscope of colors.
We are the masters of our moods,
the creators of our colors.
1-18-20
Not for the Contest...I goofed with more than 25 lines.
My thanks to this website for the aura picture:
https://hqhealing.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/aura.jpg
Must I quell this sense of curiosity
that leaves my arms open by grace ,
a never –ending brushstroke of chase.
I don’t know how this quest to break rules
relieves my moans as I look at birds fleeting
gliding, soaring. For whatever it is,
I am born from a rebel and angel's womb
gently accepting my sense of wonder
at my own sacral ease.
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Silence may turn into storms, must I worry?
A lioness soul bends an untamed temperance,
a fierce rage I bury, populist of pure purpose permanence
so do go gentle on me ‘O judgest condemner
I stand with tenets of truth, humanity’s sustainer
not a raging tempest, nor dying light
but an empowering responsive receptor
these spearmint arrows bolt through blight
I don a polished persona of armor
not the helmet of a hypocrite of bone or ivory
but leather boots built to march into Gehenna
the Fiery, for harrowing heavenly causes
Perfidious, I let you keep the repute given me
the rebel rouser fits me well
The prophet himself, p e r s e c u t e d,
whilst he ruffled feathers and raised hell
There’s an ineffable effigy
to whom I bow, sovereign Lady Liberty
her crown, radiant rays jut like the sun
an aureole flickers of freedom
windows of gems like sacral chakras
I, this blatant believer reverts to rebellion
crusading for campaigns and fair elections
with this, I’ve conquered the storm within
11:59 The doomsday clock tics an AI timer,
a hoax yells the denier's lying tongue
I mustn’t keep silent, moksha can we revisit this later?
give me a bit more time to repent
Amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
I walk error-free, veins vigor, I roll up my sleeves
alongside rebels alike we fight king of terrors
Swamiye your sacred motive fills my soul,
with me unseeker are your fragrant prayers
the holy hills call, c o m e, yet I stay
at summit’s foothills with seeker sayers,
raised voices not in praise for the divine, not with joy do we sing,
but with sinful pride we chant harmoniously, no kings!
bursting hot bubbling like lava
oh most sacred shade of sacral chakra’s bloom
chrysanthemum petals burst
like fireworks on the fourth of July
and so none can deny the power of hue…
drape your flowing foreign grace
upon the bare chests of Buddhist monks
or arrive child like and gape toothed
in the fall of all hallows eve..
within the grasp of headless horseman
ripest richest sexual cue
portent of luck, oh holy hue
blended bliss of fire and sun
dreamer of dreams
paprika of the soul
none can deny the power of hue…
“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”
As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through bends
Even as breath flows in and does depart
There are stirrings within from a source enigmatic
We see no difference between form & formlessness
And whilst within form we are enlivened & ecstatic
We feel within our heart the Absolute awareness
We know too at this stage of energy centres above
Which may endow us with enhanced enableability
Yet having awakened at the heart we know only love
Our awareness as love is our being in certainty
Knowing love alone our awareness thus free flowing
Observing & witnessing happenings upon earth
We are as we are in sync with love so blossoming
With blissful joy and an equal eye in bubbling mirth
Epilogue:
What’s love got to do with witnessing & liberation one may ask
Well says the witness when we truly know ourself and so align
The knowing is in the warmth of divine love within which we bask
Both receiving & transmitting exalted pulsations of the Divine
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 22-October-2021
Here we are
We no longer spar
With matters of loss or gain
Equal, as of now, be it sun or rain
True it is, kundalini has risen
Yet did we truly wisen
Sushumna ignited
Heart delighted
Seat of our soul
That makes us whole
Beckons us from the heart
Where bliss ignition renewal starts
We sail through earthy illusions
Tranquil , free from confusion
Revelations intermittent
Yet heart is content
Both light and sound
Within and around resound
Reverberating like soundless thunder
As we imbibe bliss elixir in rapturous wonder
Teleported in a continuum of bliss delight
Renewing within through day and night
What to say, touched by God’s hand
Open secret we alone understand
Orange is the chakra color
that governs our sexuality,
our creativity, and passion.
This chakra, the sacral area
beneath the naval, sparks our
drive to love and reproduce.
It calls upon artists to paint,
poets to create inspiring poetry,
composers, melodious music.
Orange rules hues of firelight in
the glorious sunrise and sunsets.
Tangerine skies lend tranquility
with beauty each dawn and dusk.
Carnelian, orange jade, and agate
gemstones increase and aid self-
esteem, confidence, and balance.
Orange, a color of joy and harmony.
So wrap yourself in orange glory!
3-5-16
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Sunset--cool oceanscape.
Our feet pound the gritty ground
as our bodies swing around one another,
frenzied, heedless of decency. We whirl and
sway, enlivened by the rosy coral breeze
that dries the tiny oceans on our brows
and in our armpits;
those oceans mimicking the vast body
dancing, flowing, oozing, subsiding
before us. We dance, dance in time with the waves.
Your hand is in mine and how sensual--
but the crescent moon beneath my navel
is my own sacral place.
Moonstone like a cantaloupe illumines us and
melting into one another, we claim our right to feel
tasting universes in the salt
that is a part of everything
Be still...a garden dances
Pollination’s lush ballet
Find your Zen with gentle glances
The stage abuzz, new life advances
Grand jetés in jaundiced sway
Be still...a garden dances
Succulent as new romance is
Nectar sweet - a frail buffet
Find your Zen with gentle glances
With fickle fervor, pollen prances
Bloom to bloom in roguish play
Be still...a garden dances
Astute design, no theory lances
Sacral treasures time parlays
Find your Zen with gentle glances
Ponder all the fragile chances
Life stirs life then flits away
Be still...a garden dances
Find your Zen with gentle glances
15 Sep 2019
From my tail bone’s tip to the top of my head,
Rainbow hued wheels are spinning,
Emitting bright colors, letting energy in.
Converting it; returning to the aura to be used again.
The Root Chakra is red, at the base of the spine.
It controls my passion and I think it's sublime.
The Sacral Chakra is orange, two inches below the naval.
It controls emotions, and procreation while I'm able.
The Solar Plexus Chakra is yellow, just under the ribcage.
It controls feelings and the intellect, in which I engage.
The Heart Chakra is green, in the center of the chest.
It controls healing and love and is the one I like best.
The Throat Chakra is blue, at the throat’s hollow.
It controls devotion and relating, I try to follow.
The Brow Chakra is indigo, at forehead, and is the third eye.
It controls spiritual insight, and the psychic world I must try.
The Crown Chakra is violet and white, at the top of the head.
It controls spiritual enlightenment, I may not know till I'm dead.
All of these Chakra colors make a person complete.
They’ll help you recognize your soul mate when you meet.
Your Chakras will spin until the day that you die.
Making your aura hues glow, on this you may rely.
*Note: I have been an Aura Photographer since I trained and bought my aura camera
in 1997. It is a very accurate way to measure the body's physical, mental, emotional
and spiritual well being. I use it in conjunction with my reiki (touch healing).
Chakra Etymology: Sanskrit cakra, literally, means wheel — more at wheel
Date: 1888
: any of several points of physical or spiritual energy in the human body according to
yoga philosophy
I try to create silence in the colors
when I decorate my home
The rooms have their own high pitched atmosphere
Where the artist has painted
the smallest and finest details
My favorite artist is, Mother Nature
Nature has its own palette
and soft brushes
Maturity and renewal takes place all the time
The images change hour by hour
Every sunrise and every sunset
As the storm builds up around the lighthouse
No curtains should hide these beautiful paintings
If you, like me, love nature and art
Sit by my side and enjoy the view
You get goosebumps ... (I bet)
and will be affected by sacral dizziness
when you entering my door
Understand with your heart
19/11/2019
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Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe
Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend
Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle
President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe
Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation
Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone
Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight
Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail
Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell
Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate
2nd chakra is centered around feeling, emotion, pleasure, sensuality, intimacy, and connection.
The energy of this chakra allows you to let go and move into a new transformation
Linked to kidneys & water elements this chakra metabolizes energy nutrients in Luminous Energy and processes Earth energy through Chakra 1. It digests emotional energies of the nervous system.
Vam
The sound VAM, raises vibrations and aligns this chakra
The color for the second chakra is orange, and the gemstone for this chakrais amber
Imagine a bright healing orange glow filling up your entire lower abdomen,
then bathe in the peaceful serene feeling that co-exists in you
August 25, 2021
Our rainbow body
The root chakra red ~
blood awakes earth dead,
grounded, yet flowing,
for higher knowing.
Sacral lust orange ~
animal urge strange,
fluidic expansion
by procreation.
Navel tinge yellow ~
power all aglow,
in fiery action,
enables traction.
Heart’s colour is green ~
breath inking love’s sheen;
the seat of our soul,
where we become whole.
Throat centre is blue ~
words glisten like dew,
shaping what’s to come,
bidding each welcome.
Third eye’s indigo ~
tranquil stillness slow,
one with That oneness,
no separateness.
Crown is violet ~
where keyword is ‘let’:
we let God fill us,
aboard His bliss bus.
Rainbow spectrum white ~
prismatic delight,
allows us to choose
hue as of soul’s muse.
23-May-2022
Wrapping him in a blue blanket he hands him over to me
outside the snow is falling, as I gaze at him my hearts about to burst
all the pushing is over, now its time to receive his glee
bluest eyes I'd ever seen suckling at my breast with a quenching thirst
Yesterday was Debussy and Bach
lullabies of sweet by morning dawn
Today a baby cradle with gentle rock
"Oh my God, did you see that Ron !"
We named him Joseph, after his grandfather who was a great artist
homilies of love spoken truthfully, I cannot contain the joy
just given birth to a special boy and it feels like I've been kissed
my love leans in and whispers " we'll give him every toy!"
With a sacral dimple you can't miss
he looks like a hand carved ivory Angel
as I draw him close and feather him a kiss
he gurgles with laughter, "I'm your Angel"
October 8, 2020
Sacral veil that shrouds bright hopes, dark fears
Screening altar that christens so deep a bond
Scrolled with the innocence of carefree years
Sacrificial shutter signifying all self-serving interests will abscond
Separating from the corporeal ties that correspond
Shade shielding truant desires from the dawning light
Mantle that merges burgeoning stems into fertile frond
Curtain hiding fawning beauty; maiden's honor not to spite
Mysterious tapestry woven to purposely slight, then seemlessly delight
Universal symbol sanctioning fealty, consecrating fidelity
Satin awning whose placid eaves opprobrium doth disquiet
Temporal cloth lifted; two souls span the bridge to immortality
Ceremonial threads relegated to the scrapbook of blanching time
Cherished patent that spawned a new love in it's prime