Along the path I see him
Nestled on a fallen log
Awaiting my arrival.
Are you the one?
Yessssssssssssssss…
Should I fear you?
Only arroganccccccccce issssss complete abssssssencccccce of fear
In the faccccccce of the unknown…
Coiling ‘round my feet
Rising gyres
Upward spirals;
A slithering embrace
Brings me face to face
With the yellow eyes of green Kundalini.
Diving into my throat without warning,
Burrowing toward the heart;
A dull tugging at this chakra
As Kundalini continues
Downward
To exit from the vulva,
Carrying in his mouth
A large, black mass from within.
One bite of his fangs
Releases a yellow ooze
From the dark lump;
The poison of my pained heart
Puddles on the ground.
Transmutation begun
But not complete…
Many people think that yoga is just stretching or physical exercise. But while stretching is certainly involved, yoga is mental control, conscience expansion and love comprehension.