Through Darkness You Travel,
The Knight, who is carried by the Sun and Moon.
I reach my hand to touch yours,
Through the symbols and runes
I feel your Soul,
Projected from the depths of your Heart.
Suddenly, we hear the Dark One whisper;
The pain we feel in this abyss,
Shall awaken the Serpent
That sleeps in the Underworld.
I reach my hand to touch yours,
And ask you to walk with me,
Towards the Gates of Your black Kingdom.
As the Serpent Rises,
We proceed to the opening.
Hand in Hand we enter the Gates.
As we love and embrace,
Our Stars shine as Bright as Lucifer,
The Dark One once more whispers;
No need to seek, as it is Here!
Always been and will be.
Here! This Present Moment!
Divine Spirit within me
Coiled like a sinuous snake
This bubbles with energy.
It creates an inner ache.
There's restlessness in my soul.
There's an unquenchable thirst.
It leads me towards my goal.
In this Spirit I'm immersed.
My consciousness is waken.
Conscience fills with compassion.
My existence is shaken.
Life is light with dispassion.
My self-realization
Leads me to liberation
In the opaque night across the space of silence,
enfolding the languid landscape of my existence,
bereft of the beguiled essence in indolent life,
my pathway meanders in the labyrinth of torment.
Trudging at the fringe of trying forbearance,
I hear listless the whispering wind of wisdom
tell me, this journey has no meaningful end.
I’m entangled in the nebulous mesh of ambiguity.
The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind
finds gloomy dead end in the introspection path.
That’s when the serpentine force opens the innate door,
releasing the feminine energy of yogic awareness.
My soul shines then with the ethereal radiance
in the infinite depth of the discernment space,
like the flaring brilliance of dormant tantric power,
flashing through the seven chakras of perception.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of the enlightened eternity,
I perceive the acuity centres configure consciousness
and turn it into living beacon, lighting my inner self.
Awaken the serpent that lies coiled
at the bottom of your spine. You must!
Transformation cannot happen if
you let your energy turn into dust.
Meditate or chant, and take a breath.
Life’s meaning and your purpose you can see
more clearly when your self-awareness grows.
Enjoy more creativity and spirituality.
Divine is Kundalini energy;
it’s something that all faithful souls can know.
The spirit CAN be touched; the choice is yours.
You simply must allow for it to grow.
Shhh, silence! Don't bother this Tibetan monk
Just leave him be; he is peace personified.
Far removed from our disintegrating world ...
he's mindfully chi
A w a k e n i n g stagnant energy in him,
He's got what they call "Kundalini" in spades;
he's who he's always wanted to be, and more;
heightened awareness
A peaceful stream runs through the core of his soul.
Divorced from his surroundings, body and mind.
He drives chakras from the tip of his toes to...
the top of his scalp.
.
shakti faculty uncoils awake, rise
sacred kundalini life-force stream
connecting radiant spiral wheels gleam
ecstatic prana floods to paradise
creative energy winding serene
unifies with cosmic Supreme divine
sanctified exposed exalted benign
purified individual Soul seen
equal masculine and feminine poles
high frequency Source liberates powers
supersonic singular wisdom grow
gracefully presents fertility whole
hot bellied alert colour fruity hours
spinal heat euphoric consciously flow
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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.
They told me it coils, waiting—
some snake of light
at the root of all this flesh.
But what stirred in me
was quieter than myth.
Not fire, not ecstasy—
just a flicker behind the ribs
when I wasn’t asking
for anything at all.
It didn’t climb,
it drifted,
slow and unsure
like the memory of a song
you’re not sure you dreamed.
No chakras flared.
No visions came.
Only my breath paused—
and for a blink
I wasn’t sure it was mine.
I stood still in the hallway,
half-listening
for footsteps that never came.
Was that spirit?
Or just the mind
finding a shape
for its own ache?
Kundalini, the coiled serpent.
Waiting to be properly awakened.
To begin the raising of the truth.
The answers to all the hard questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living.
The serpent of energy fills with light.
To supply the passion of character.
And reconnoiter this suit of being.
Walking on pillows, a foot off the ground.
When the worry wanes and joy takes its place.
You become the one you were meant to be.
To master the Kundalini fire.
For it has the power to enlighten.
Yet like all fire must be respected.
Used like a tool, not like a fool.
One could become like the saints of old.
With miracles and superpowers.
And the answers to all those questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living!
illuminated in rainbow colours of desire
the serpent still coiled up in anticipation
of spiritual enlightening and exposure
another day in paradise one breath at a time
no rotten apple on this occasion for the lovers
let go and let God play out their destiny
entwined in mutual embrace they curved
slithered to a scent of sandalwood and
rubbed together their cinnamon skin bark
life had taught them to be patient and curious
and while they needed no manual for passion
they were guided by a much higher realm
as chakras transcended mere physical realities
orange delights merged into one violet crown
and the moment seemed like infinite eternity
spine tingling one position lead to another
a circular procession of intimacy and faith
stroking each other touched by the spirit
yin and yang always spiralled into serenity
when they came together forever and ever
kundalini at best vital force for peace in and out
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The power of the divine feminine
Emerging at the base of the spine
When it rises, one can see within
Considered to have origins divine
When aroused, a power will begin
Whether standing, or even supine
Its effect may make the mind spin
But clarity will then draw the line
It is never about just a loss or win
But of transendence, it is the sign
I told the nurse
I swallowed a snake.
He charted: religious mania.
But I felt her—
three and a half turns
sleeping
just south of the back
of my clavicle.
I called her Vera
then,
full breath
pried me open.
Fire-rising,
slithering:
it was gospel
sliding
down my vertebrae—
a ladder
Jacob had forgotten—
yea and behold though
we came
back for it.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Or crying.
Or saying
I saw light in the colorless
rooms
outside
understanding.
When I explained, again,
how god comes
in my root,
propels
herself through
my expanded
throat
chakra,
they were furious—
branded me
inpatient,
wrapped my wrists,
ordered more
Thorazine.
They don’t let me
sit cross-legged,
say my mantra
disturbs
the others.
Just between
you and me
this energy wall
crumbling, this crux
of second comings,
this fifth horseman—
is a woman re-forming
initiation:
an apocalypse
finally
worth the animal
salt-sweat
hump
it took to get it
going.
deep within the woman in me
a coiled divine energy
sleeping waiting ready
a spiritual connection
embraces Bhairavi
goddess of Kundalini
meditation clears the path
half awake dormant
healing soothing
plugging into a universal source
through chanting mantras
through breath itself
mental peace aligns
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 27, 2025 for contest KUNDALINI sponosred by UNSEEKING SEEKER - RANKED 4TH
As Ida and Pingala collaborate,
kundalini rises along both pathways,
passing through our eyeballs, with intent to mate
at our third eye, wherein entwined our soul prays
to God at crown, so we must not make Him wait,
that His grace ignites within, all rainbow rays.
Behold oh hermit, play of bliss magnetism,
illumining fully our mind-body prism.
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