I woke up with this poem almost fully 'written' for me this morning. This is about the journey of energy and makes me realise that sometimes poetry is meditation.

Kundalini calls
Coiled serpent awakes 

Travels up spine
Til reaches 10th gate
Passing through rays 
Of red at the root
Converts fear & rage 
To courage & truth
And now that it's mastered 
Danger & risk
It soaks up the warm...

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Every time I think I have become enlightened and can handle anything, a new challenge shows up to test me. Whether it's toxicity in my body, family illness or death, rejection of a lover, friend, stranger, job, point of view, whatever... ego is the first to show up on the scene, like a paramedic giving CPR to revive my pride. Pride dies, only to come back a little weaker next round, like a cat wit...

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We walk a 
fine line in 
our relationship
with others.

Words, powerful 
as they are,
miss the idiosyncrasies 
of body language 
that convey sincerity 
and good intention.

On the road 
to enlightenment,
our muse sometimes 
knicks old wounds 
that the ego 
rushes to protect. 

Our responsibility 
remains 
with freedom 
of expression,

to speak our truth 
knowing some will ...

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Birds chirping

Praising the beginning of a new day

As the sun rises

I look into your eyes and see

The glory of God staring back at me

Even though at that moment

Feeling unworthy

Yet still acknowledging the fact

That his Blessing was conceived

Thankful for another day

To be close to you

As our souls intertwine into one unit

Formed from a love that was given to us

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i will not be scorched
by the flame of another
i shall keep my fire
fueled only by the pure
kindling found deep
within the terrain
of my wooded home


the sun shall bring
enough light by day
and a torch well-lit
shall provide steady
footsteps to tread
the dark by night

[as I search for what
I cannot find or name]

no light save by the moon
...

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