Kundalini
Coiled serpent
Sleekly sleeping
At the base of the spine
Who is prodding her
To rise, to move
Through chakras
Pulsing in a line
From security to emotion
Power to heart
Creativity, Intuition and wisdom
From darkness to sunshine
Climbing up, up
Unknown mystical journey
Leaving the comfort of home
Recalling a world of the divine
Serpent slowly slithering
Slightly resenting the human Shell
Suddenly craving enlightenment
Forcing her movement by design
The Shell did not practice yoga
Nor meditate at all
So why this bothersome quest
When the serpent was resigned
Lately the Shell is restless
Migraine-y yet alive
Perhaps they’ll now be one
And graciously combine
She sighs and tries to move
It is her job, after all
Uncurling, awakening, because
The Shell is willing to realign
Fight that gravity…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: kundalini aeonnetwork.net
