Short Medulla Poems

the spine stands erect
medulla is pierced
wherefrom bliss gushes
in the head ovoid
demure heart blushes...

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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...

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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...

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The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata 
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses 
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.

Response...

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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...

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Have been dealing with all
Aspect of life but obviously,
You don’t fit my ”medulla oblongata”
I work through you day & night.
But you were unable to comprehend
And contact my brain.
Sincerely you don’t worth me,
And you are not my type.
Is not that I don’t know you?
Why are you forcing me to know you?
Reluctantly you don’t belong to my line?
Stay away from me and leave me alone?...

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With one picture,
can I rebuild?

This question
   stomping around
  on my medulla,
      keeps bumping nerves

..... and still
without an answer.
How,... Where,... What
kick up dust clouds
on the barren scape.
Now with
   only an obscured view
to work from
I begin the construction,
but with the cake dusting
  my eyes
I have to work 
     by feel,
        which is numb....

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By Parizo Van Thulare

Like the thunderstorm in my mind  
It rolls ,seeking  a way out 
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun

Burning as the veld fire 
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog 
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed 
Round and round down my mouth 
It wants to speak for the broken 

The mender of souls 
The healer of hearts 
The remedy of doubts 
This is POETRY in making...

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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...

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infinite nodes throb
tip of nose to third eye 
connects to the fontanel 
wherefrom in-pours grace
as a blissful tingling current
gripping us in ineffable rapture 
whilst the magnetised spine
connects toroidal heart
to medulla and Bindu 
completing the grid
fusing polarities 

take our affirmation
as a validation
of what is
within
until
dewdrops 
shine at dawn
as an effervescence 
known directly by touch

19-April-2023...

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Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones.
You were too hard today
the way you sat there.
so I took a walk across the mind
of silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla,
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as the cockroaches die.
We are the mind, only one;
a mind to mend the sky


:: ~ ::...

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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...

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The Divine at play while we sleep
Magnetic currents sinking in deep
Tingling zingling delighting
Simmering bubbling climaxing
Explosive blissful ignition within continual 
Heightened rapture in ceaseless renewal

Spinal fluids break through the medulla
Spraying their essence into the nebula 
The magnetised void draws in the elixir
Energy centres vibrating as a precursor 
Celebrating in unison our visit back home
In resonance with the omnipresent pulse Ohm...

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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 ...

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