just above the medulla
a node becomes a bliss mist
kundalini is an enigma
whose thrust we do not resist
spine to medulla and then up to crown
taking God’s blessings till third eye dips down
this grid is a divine implant
in time correcting our stooped slant
whence in a stream of liquid light we drown
drop a plumb line from the crown till the root
our central vein hums with potent power
ignited, it continues to reboot
flaming living light, an erect tower
piercing medulla, going up to crown
the spine is a secondary grid line
from crown to third eye, then all the way down
splitting form in two, yet both halves align
no chakra has a fixed coordinate
each node by itself represents the whole
free from gravity, so all levitate
dance beauteous, which all scriptures extol
there is nothing to say, much less to do ~
as we watch awestruck how bliss beats renew
from medulla horizontally till shoulder blades
up to the Bindu zone on back of head
bliss magnetism steadily hums
and palms inhibition shed
space as usual is a wave
orifice at the fontanel expands
stillness shines as a luminous rainbow
dawn our glowing toroidal heart understands
flickering space teases
we wonder what lies beyond
as with bliss blob on head
heart forges a bond
from root to medulla
looping crown and third eye
energised up to the navel
completion draws nigh
crown connected to the sky
feet grounded with earth
as ineffable peace fills form
healing palms assert self-worth
nose chakra transforms breath
toroidal heart expands
magic underway
is as presence demands
as is wont
crown glistens
heart tingles
tip of nose
throbs with joy
as does spine
palm chakras
soles of feet
single eye
bindu point
medulla
vibrant throat
angel wings
that thus poised
we feel whole
the spine stands erect
medulla is pierced
wherefrom bliss gushes
in the head ovoid
demure heart blushes
soma nectar drips
from medulla along spine
likewise at jugular notch
dew drops fall into heart
where swirling toroidal mists
hold offerings in embrace
transmuting by alchemy
the womb of existence
contained within
as both this and that
transmitter and receptor
what is there to be done
as waves of the ocean
are sipped by the sandy shore
eager to savour the elixir
at one end of the polarity
whilst the distant moon enables
movement that so enables
thirty three strings of our vertebrae
reverberate with music of the spheres
a harp upon which Divine Mother plays
nectar flows upward through the medulla
settling finally in head ovoid at the Bindu point
what may we write of such things, worthy hermit
for what it is, is a knowing by so becoming the flame
as bliss pheromones mingle
we feel our enlivened spine tingle
poised in stillness, our attention sharp
kundalini ascends upward, playing a harp
the harp we speak of has thirty three strings
where each vertebrae a unique note rings
with medulla knot being already open
soundless secrets to us are spoken
the mist rises to the Bindu point
we witness how Mother does anoint
back of head, capping it with God’s hand
an ascent wondrous we alone can understand
medulla snapped and in that instant
our ego was detached from heart
the head was floating in space
connected to heart by neck
hanging thus by a mere thread
consciousness rooted in the heart
we looked on at the strange apparition
which once seemed to define who we are
our witness Self replete with peacefulness
resplendent in its eternal luminescence
free from both concepts and desires
now dwells within this earth vessel
Chakra or wheel, rotates with God’s power
and thus was energised a hidden node,
between medulla and bindu, shower
of grace inaugurated its abode.
We validate truth for others who seek,
for it’s a lonely path we walk upon,
in elixir supreme, dipping our beak,
with each life breath, ushering a new dawn.
The happenstance struck, in our waking state,
so in our narration, there’s no error,
more so since the bliss spin did not abate,
God’s love and light being the torch bearer.
In truth each pore of form is living light ~
God Himself steers our path, so it’s alright
magnetised spine
medulla pierced
rising yet higher
grazing caressing
bindu and crown
as a small orifice
in our tenth gate
allows us to bilocate
seamless energy band
paying homage to guru
descends to third eye
where it spreads wings
enveloping the skull
that a thousand suns
light up all at once
in reverential celebration
soma nectar drips
triangulating nadis
as of divine will
sun rays and moonbeam
navigate to tip of nose
down to lips and chin
jugular notch and heart
via navel back to root
transmutation of form
felt vividly in the physical
(where else ~ we are here)
borne by bliss magnetism
orbiting the central vein
illumined by the kundalini
splits us in two vertically
toroidal form of Ardhnarishwar
in the inner sanctum of heart
where all opposites dissolve
we embrace the sacrednesses
breathing in fragrance sublime
as bliss mists suffuse our form
ushering time stretched peace
we sense soma nectar dripping
through hidden conduits within
illuminating our energy grid lines
wooed gently by bliss magnetism
spine a seamless band of light
connected to medulla and crown
dipping down over bridge of nose
over front dividing body into two
manifesting an ethereal cool heat
sun and moon in lovers embrace
around with in-form nodes orbit
with the toroidal heart pulsating
celebrating the dance underway
in the midst of being-ness as such
we hear a call asking us to hasten
to perform a mundane daily task
so we play out our role as ordained
thus flowing in vibrant nonchalance
Knocking across my abilities
That I could find it tough
The battle to play in no time
My wrist dissipating out of power
To watch the surroundings of ours
Such that my hand less weighed
Although no stretch made possible.
Thinking within my instincts
Where I should search some options
The decision to put into action
Oh medulla! Why no pathway?
To create some streams of ideas
For I felt too overwhelmed
Regardless that I got a relief.
Waving through my oceans
All the flows zero viscous
The length to alter no frequency
Getting myself move steady
Moving in a manner of disbelief
One of my organs hearing a relief
Strengthening a progress being chief.
Looking behind the windows
No creature would be visible
Such a view to loudly shout at
Eyes smelling the sound of bitterness
Having myself dance in betterness
'cause it led me fully relaxed
And finally my wrist had relieved.
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