Sacral Astounding

Sacral fist packs a velvety punch
pulsing remaining strangers through fingertips.
The air snaps, crackles, pops.
World comes into focus, softly.
Nervous system triggered, finally wakes
with a clear bell cry of sensation.
Reading truth and chakra faith
bring about
these heady visions of belonging and birthing
an astounding amount of countenance
for the conscious.

Emotion

I find that it swells up in me,  this anger, this righteousness.
I breathe into the waterfall of my release and find compassion for the root.
I can not change a thought or gesture thrown or spat in my direction,
I can merely find empathy, and move forward.
I acknowledge and honor the emotions of my reaction, they swirl and turn.
But I give them no purchase on the walls of my heart
where they would rot and wound.
Om shri anahata namaha.
I work to turn the energy outward,
returning to the earth as it burns to a cinder,
while focusing on my own inner rhythm and what dwells there.
The song has changed, the melody sweeter, and I sing strongly anon. 

This is how I picture autumn. The dying leaves, the impossibly rich golden light edging, beautifully melded, into the husky dusk of night. The many twilights full of stars and the flights of somber melancholic birds that hold all my fantasies and take them into the crisp fall air. *


*I'm sorry to say that I don't know who the artist is, but I wish I did.

Chrysalis

Expand, contract, breathe.
Contract, breathe, expand.

Everyday generalities pull me tightly
and confine my light to the surrounding shape
of a leery, wan, doubt
that suits me no longer.
One single sliver appears inside
above me ripping the casing,
filling my open heart with

Possibility.

I cast aside this choking shroud,
hands break through, fingers pierce the skin,
and my arms embrace my unknown.

Wings,
healthy from the arduous journey from cocoon to flight
flap in heart rhythm
truth beats told
is the rending.

I AM the cause of my own brevity.

This power of

Allowing

blinds me in the clear sight of who I truly am.

My ascension,
shaped like a torrid freedom,
glows in elemental release around me
and with an expression of utter delight
I find the journey.