Sacral Poems

Alignment

 
 
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile

pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed

thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues

heart softens atria, ventricles 
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises 

coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical 
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals 

feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction 

rooted into Earth mooted primordial 
authentic estate mirthful immemorial 
aligned connection very refined  
                                        
                                               
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Zen mode

the sacral zone
conjoined with the all
conjures a bliss squall
no node is alone
in this play of delight
as pulsations rise
each touch a surprise
renewing day and night

Reptile by Birth

Into the abyss
I look in to see 
Peeking over, to discern 
Her looking up at me. 

Reptile cold and slithe,
I slither through the dewy blades,
And writhley race across the glade.
A lumping creature, 
Limpling, legless loping,
Filled with their plastic dopamines. 

Wet with amnion, glistening,
Halting in the flatlands,
No colour lights my way,
My brain is shriveled, stupid 
Human thought so far away. 

My mind a blackhole vacuum 
Leaving naught alive 
I eat up ash and dirt 
Living only to survive.

Pulsating log, flicking tongue
To smell the sour air. 
My mind consumes it
Swallowed whole, 
Leaving me no feeling.  

Absent, that sacral dome of thought, 
Vacuous cranium, filled with
Negative nothings, 
Not a word of right or wrong. 

In that chasm, to which I look again 
I see my steady gaze returned 
Regurgitated, digested meat
A meal for hungry birds.

Insanity

Few lived upon that field by end of day;
they lay, with sword and shield,
sacral ground, they would not yield
lost to a wound, never healed.

ARTIST : 1

{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Miranda Hawley 
Date submitted: 20/4/25}

 ARTIST 

They shone daring green avocado 
in dark adverse period swearing 
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom

with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
knowing Artist was not insane
two green irises unusually plain
pierced her luminous spine divine

naked Eve eyed painting quiet 
easels of unfinished tired purple 
massaged her throat coloured gurgle 
rooms without curtains collapsing sad
Artist pierced Love bubble mad

A Poet's Crush Collaboration

But by grace do I shadow your form
from each darkened night to bright-lit morn.
You're silvery-white in my life's storm
hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn.

Would that my pen divine such meaning,
enflame fiery feelings unbidden
that stun me dumb at their convening.
My emotions revealed, unhidden.

Yet my disguise is opaque it seems.
You cross a transcendental realm –
unspoken vesper in sacral dreams
that never attains its lofty helm.

Someday, I know you will understand
my passionate affection for you -
How my heart bleeds with tender demand,
unformed entanglement to pursue!

My ink is flowing hoping to charm,
My poem an aphrodisiac.
Unwritten rhymes planning to disarm
and attract you to my love lilac.

Though you're beyond my bewitching reach,
I devote this unsung ode to us.
My dear, with unsaid words I beseech -
Let's join our hearts without further fuss.

A Poet's Crush

A POET'S CRUSH - collaboration with Linda Alice Fowler

But by grace do I shadow your form
from each darkened night to bright-lit morn.
You're silvery-white in my life's storm
hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn.

Would that my pen divine such meaning,
enflame fiery feelings unbidden
that stun me dumb at their convening.
My emotions revealed, unhidden.

Yet my disguise is opaque it seems.
You cross a transcendental realm –
unspoken vesper in sacral dreams
that never attains its lofty helm. 

Someday, I know you will understand
my passionate affection for you -
How my heart bleeds with tender demand, 
unformed entanglement to pursue! 

My ink is flowing hoping to charm, 
My poem an aphrodisiac. 
Unwritten rhymes planning to disarm
and attract you to my love lilac. 

Though you're beyond my bewitching reach, 
I devote this unsung ode to us. 
My dear, with unsaid words I beseech -
Let's join our hearts without further fuss.

Zen mode

root, sacral, navel and spleen
refuse to lie down and play dead
and why should they when spontaneity 
is their secret middle name

all nodes entwined in the energy grid
cooperate with bliss mists that rise
refrains replay but each hue is new
detected by our soul’s single eye

Connection

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

Living waters, holy fire

burn me down
like Babylon 
consume my flesh with fire
unquenchable
Desire

Raze me to the ground
scatter every brick
To the four winds
bury me
like Osiris 
divided
divine sectioning
seconding
Sacralizing

phallicizing 
Pour your living waters
down my throat 
into my belly
and up from beneath 

holify me
gushing, rushing 
Living Water
sacral phallic water

energize me
Wholify me
receive me
willingly, this sacrifice
please me
please me
pacify me

resurrect me
Holify me
living waters never quench
Holy fire
Lavafy me
Molten living metals
running through every channel 
veins, arteries, capillaries, nadis 

Open me
i, the channel, emptied
eradicate me
Split me up the middle
reverse my topology
Outside like the Inside
precisely as the Inside 

I receive you
Open me, Penetrate me
lava flowing up Inside me

like the infinite Outside
show me
the unbounded Abyss within 
mirror still
Lake Placid
reflecting
Perfectly 
not a ripple
but still vibrating 
Energy
forever on fire
Lake Salome
the gushing wet birth 
of the twenty-four-sided Jerusalem
forever on fire

Yo-yo meditation

In playfulness, we can try this for fun:

Taking the crown chakra as the highest
And the root as the lowest
In as vibrations
We descend
From crown to root
Slowly, pausing at third eye
Ah! Spiritual vision, intuition enabled 
Never mind if unity consciousness is lost
Next, the throat chakra, the ethereal connector 
Hmm, vanity of our communication skills
Let us be spoilt here by the applause
Down to the heart toroidal
Unifying all opposites 
Within its womb 
We’re home
Lower yet we go
Navel, power and fear
We wish to dominate earth
Trouncing opposition by brute force 
Down further, the sacral stirs dark lust
Our primate, feral instincts overpower soul
Cocooned below at the root, in pursuit of wealth

Then the ascent to crown, back the way we came
Renouncing each lower vibration step by step
There is no glue because this is a game 
A yo-yo meditation if you will for fun
Descent and ascent sans judgment 
Because we are not this form
But since we are now here
Let us learn as we burn
Moment by moment 

Enjoy!

Zen mode

root to sacral
navel to heart
instincts gentled
in the cauldron of love
pauses for eternity

grace inpours
from the fontanel 
igniting the head ovoid
flowing along the throat
suffusing heart with bliss

the feral and ethereal
entwined transmutes dust
the ego that never was disappears 
and our true Self shines forth 
blurring all boundaries

here now in slow motion

Zen Mode

looping our form lengthwise
over back along our spine
rising straight to crown
dipping to third eye
along nose to chin
jugular notch and heart
our navel, sacral and below
reconnecting with spine at root

our pranic energy grid pulsates
forming a seamless bliss band
of vibrant magnetic electricity
branching off all along form
that each cell be enlivened 
by Divine Mother’s caress
as benedictions divine

Elements

Existence is the cauldron where elements brew
Earth, water, fire and air, are in space entwined
Each has unique attributes, maintaining life
Cognised by presence when they are aligned

Holy Spirit grazes form, beginning at root of spine
Earth comes alive, as blood begins to flow
Two thirds of the planet is water; we are likewise
We feel in stillness, our sacral water centre glow

Energy ascent continues, igniting fire in the navel
So enlivening and comforting is magnetic heat
But what avail the spark, if there be no movement 
Breeze of air obliges, making our heart upbeat

Thus from root to sacral, navel and then our heart
Grace activates all elements and body glands
Passing through throat corresponding to aether
Into the head ovoid to cognise God’s heavenly lands

Ancient Hermitic wisdom affirms: as above, so below
Made in God’s image, we represent the whole
Five senses, elements and electricities as yet unknown
Oh hermit, we ourselves are the light, scriptures extol

Colourful

The beauteous rainbow, which we admire
mirrors chakras seven in body-mind
and if for this truth, our heart does aspire,
we must first get rid off thought forms that bind.

From root red, sacral orange, then yellow,
illumines the navel and heart is green,
radiating love and bliss beats mellow,
whilst blue is the hue that adorns throat’s sheen.

Third eye radiates colour indigo
contouring violet at our crown’s crest
and if erst fears and desires we let go,
we act no longer at ego’s behest.

Let’s explore oh hermit, the world within ~
Tranquil silence is the way to begin

03-February-2023

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