I sing of soul coiled,
At the root of my spine,
Wrapped in red veils,
Kundalini, the bride.
I sing of soul rising,
Amber as flame,
Dancing, sweet Lakshmi:
I sing in her name.
I sing of soul changing,
Even when still,
I sing yellow birds,
On a cracked windowsill.
I sing of soul patterns,
In word-tangled art,
I sing the green maze,
Of hands and of heart.
I sing a soul river,
That flows from my throat,
In silence, reflected,
One timeless, blue note.
I sing of soul amethyst,
The luminous mind,
I unfurl my soul,
and sing what I find.
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