Upon The Body of Earth
When it moves through me
I am not me.
When it sees through me
I can no longer see.
The oasis of self
long lived upon an apron of desert
leaving nothing but scattered grains of sand
with the lingering memory
The empty blue sky
answers by example,
leads by faith,
and questions my existence…
asking me how much nothing
I can live with.
You know that nothingness is no longer an idea,
when it comes out in words you can’t form.
Emptiness is no longer a concept,
when it bends your spine with exultation.
Fortitude equals complete surrender,
when the lack of choice is paramount.
The wave of what we are doing here
the undertow drags and builds
this human form
carried to a far shore…
castaway of love,
for all that we do,
will do yet.
There are some energetic awakenings that no one would consciously want. You’ll know you are having a really deep one when it doesn’t feel flowery. Though everyone alive is in the process of having their Kundalini awakened to one degree or another…those who have gone through the full blown aspects need extra care and support. This poem is dedicated in compassion to beloved clients, friends and friends I have not yet met who are undergoing the intense process of a spontaneous kundalini awakening. This was written after laying naked upon the Earth today, in the woods, with the waves moving through me…which is to say “normal”.