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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Back against bark

Legs touching roots

Sat in near dark

Searching out truths

Outstretching arms

Reaching for branches

Ebb and flow hours

Turn into trances

Leaves fall in my hair

Like chances long missed

Splinters of wood

Scratch at my wrists

Bird song so sweet

Echoes my ears

Wisdom of tree

Far greater than fear

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Dissolved into the dark

Part of it all

At one

With winter

Everything has disappeared

Yet nothing

Is feared

For it's all the same

Not death

Nor riot

Just mind

At last

Quite

Now I let

The light

Back in

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Finger and thumb

Wrapped around 

A pen

Wrote a few words

Full stopped.

Then started again

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The realisations that a bit of mindfully living in the moment can bring....

It's magical that we taste

There's magic in a touch

Magic surrounds all the things

Which we don't think of much

The splendour of our sunshine

Remarkable drops of rain

The miracle of each day

That we've awoke again

The greatness of those blades of grass

That grow beneath our feet

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