Looking steadily into my shyly cloaked eyes,
His arms encircled but barely embraced me, pulling me closer.
Then slowly sank his soft and gentle hands to gracefully poise above
The life-giving Chakra at the base of my naked spine.
Heating, throbbing, at once igniting the all-creative center
Now expanded in a glorious rise from momentous peak to peak.
He made no touch to interfere with the glorious rhapsody of pure Energy.
No words were needed to break the trance or describe what only ecstasy can convey.
Oneness swirls in shades of red about our conjoined bodies,
Two atoms made sacred exploding into One as our Kundalini rises.
I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie,
the only one who ever touched my Nadi.
I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy.
You’d classify her as an in-betweenie,
but looking pretty hot in that bikini!
She got me going when she called me ‘daddy’!
Jean self-identified as “thorough baddie,”
but never let me see her Kundalini.
I couldn’t leave her working in that paddy,
so whisked her off to Venice. Like Houdini,
she made the transformation: loved linguini:
but part-time jobs (a waiter, then a caddy)
meant I could not afford her. One bellini
cost forty bucks! Forget the Lamborghini!
connection
A longing, my dear stranger
expression
Put it all back together
I know it fits
We fit
Spiral dynamics
The mountain and
Its wet reflection
Reflected back to heaven
Upward, onward
Connection!
You're in my visceral section
I'm in your sacral area
With one heart between the both of us
Severed up and down
Sectioned side to side
Earth and Heaven
Male and Female
How long we bore this cross
This vivisection
Restore! Make whole!
Connection!
Pouring myself into you
Is exactly what i needed
Today
Tonight, i receive you
Interpenetration
Not up for interpretation
Coronal crown
life, so virile
with this eye
I see
we've overcome
Tomorrow, as though it were yesterday
The sacred serpent
Like a trumpet
To our lips
Writhed himself into us at the tip
And received our fluid chemistry
Producing musical harmony
what have we become?
when mastubation's lost its fun, my sweetest friend
connect
Connect
CONNECT!
HOLY
Holy
holy
Past, present, future
A single tapestry
Woven of a single fibre
Our very being
connection
A sudden flicker of space
Saw inpouring of grace
Activating both wrists
There is no mistake
Since we were awake
Endless are divine trysts
We catalogue this event
Of boons heaven sent
For record keeping
Mindful eye cognises
How magnetism rises
Within our form leaping
sublime seeds planted years ago
within our form, choose to grow
sprouting forth from the source
without of course, use of force
as a flashback in time undated
perhaps four years ago, as fated
a flicker in space, bestowed grace
enlivening palms and feet in embrace
radiant magnetic heat keeps soul upbeat
pulse of passion when polarities meet
then this morn, awaking from sleep
we felt soma nectar inward creep
palm to elbow and feet to knee
baptised in bliss mists that we be
inked with love hues that so renew
sprinkling stardust like morning dew
in parallel with this enigmatic benediction
affirmed for posterity as fact not fiction
the energy grid that loops feeble form
shape shifts with soul eye the storm
we burn the book, having mistook
how innate divinity in truth does look
as God takes our hand, we understand
our awakening is magical, strand by strand
colour green
soft grass, trees
heart warming
the hue blue
ocean, lake
deep, blissful
violet
the vast void
surreal
11-March-2023
Tricube
A node between Bindu and Medulla
brightens, enlivened by the bliss current,
tangoing in tandem with the Ajna,
while spacial heart looks on in contentment,
at ignition defying containment.
The energy path is mysterious,
unmistakable and continuous
in the pulsations within manifest,
myriad prismatic hues beauteous,
as purring bliss reaches for higher crests.
23-February-2021
Veil invisible has shifted away
Magnetism divine hums in permanence
Palms and feet radiating heat each day
Veil invisible has shifted away
Emptiness vibrant as we cease to sway
We recognise our own luminescence
Veil invisible has shifted away
Magnetism divine hums in permanence
29-November-2020
As magnetic electricity within heightens
Outlets for the energy divine are enabled
That we may share of bliss so partaken
Thus both palms and feet are awakened
Radiation flows from these nodes gently
As a silent purring hum in silence tranquil
Subtle healing magnetism purring subtly
A conduit for etheric love & light magical
20-October-2020
Heated palms and soles of feet
unabashedly announce their awakening
collaborating with other nodes
throbbing magnetism within scintillating
12-September-2020
It feels difficult,
and more urgent in advanced single age,
when mind and root dominant chakras,
perhaps highest and deep best,
conspire against heart
and root resonant chakra,
Difficult
to conspire toward short term positive outcomes
such seniority should actively deploy
and then peacefully enjoy
While also entertaining
how to deeply respirate toward long term
resilient incoming
and resonant outgoing relationships
such wise elders
could fluidly compassion
With non-violent communication,
win/win cooperative ecopolitical development
conjoining these places
spaces
traces toward one's own theological temples
Are another's inviting ecological
co-relational passion
of mind
and heart
and deep rooting chakras.
continues ....
(for it 'twas by him that she was awoken).
'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear,
He said with a countenance kindly,
remember your Vedas and mantras,
Let your be life be lived for the many,
and not for the few,
don't be led into fascism blindly'!
With these wise, timely words in her ears she awoke,
And said by Krishna! I feel so much better,
I must give to the poor and buy the big issue
off that bloke,
the one that's got the red setter.
Now she's totally restored to full yogic health,
and she volunteers at the hospice on Sundays,
'Social welfare should be funded by taxes on wealth!'
She says now, and every Monday
Suzanne can be found (when no one's around)
doing good deeds,
for strangers,
by stealth.
Gone is the curse of the ware squirrel,
but, what of Cyril?
Surely, there must be some news?
The rumour is that he joined Conservative Home,
And now works for Boris in Tory HQ.
semi precious stones
a candy dish
of chakras
posted on September 23, 2018
A white light on the crown,+ a thousand petals are found.
Let's follow the colours from the top down.
Purple is at the third eye which is between the brows.
The throat calls for sky blue like it's reflection in
a swimming pool.
Forest,emerald green is the scene for the heart region.
Yellow canaries singing in the sun of the solar plexus.
The chant of the Hari Krishna's Orange shuffles its
warmth to the tummy.
And next, is hot blooded red for the sex spot.
What's so funny?
Now spin the rainbow wheel + see what colour it makes.