The spine The antenna for the divine A straight line Define and refine the signals to and from the mind Find the vibe that makes you come alive Light the fire, the livewire, that you transmit ’til you expire
From root to crown From up to down This flow of energy A life force A coursing current Sometimes a torrent A constant stream that means so much And it manifests through the sense of touch
Vibrations, reverberations Localizing in our nervous congregations Stemming from the spinal cord These chakras strike a chord Soul patches Energy clusters that muster so much energy And when in flow, they all shine with light But when in doubt, tangled up These tentacles of energy can glow too bright When the flow’s not right When the foe’s in sight Fight or flight In the world or in our mind When we leave the flow behind We weave a tangled thread Which may focus in our head Or our heart In the root, the sacrum, the solar plexus The throat, the crown, the third eye nexus These energy centers out of whack when we aren’t centered How do we get back from the twisted stream we’ve entered?
Remember It is all sensation Machinations in the mind cannot unwind The neural fibers of our spine A focal point for energy A chakra Resistance is a trap that keeps us coming back Stuck in a whirlpool That wants to flow free But resistance blocks the stream When there’s a disturbance in the force Turmoil or avoidance that distorts That chakra glows too bright Instead of flow you start to fight Your chest gets tight Butterflies in the stomach Something stuck in your throat Remember You can just float You need no boat or moat or antidote It’s all sensation, vibrations Traveling up and down your spine Manifesting in your mind And in that flow there is a freedom Sit up straight and breathe in deeper Energy flowing freely Resistance yields persistence So give up the fight Dissolve into light Stop floundering in the whirlpool You have found the portal Let it **** you in You’ll find an ocean deep within Your mind will open You can breathe the water It was water all along No longer drowning You can just be Resting in the deep At peace with seven pieces of your body Portals to the deep Or whirlpools that will keep you stuck You decide your own luck Make them a locus of control Let focus be your goal Seven pieces finally whole
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