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 warmth
Of an orange glow disc
Feeling the heat in
His belly of fire
He conquers defeat
To dance with desire
Sensual, alluring
Dynamic, Magnetic
It knows what it 
Wants
It knows how to
Get it

Gold is his nexus
He's learnt to survive
To trust solar plexus
Mid point has arrived 
 

More soul work to do

As he reaches the green
Only love's real & true
Though is felt
More than seen

Passwords and padlocks
Access denied
How to open a heart
Leaves snake mystified
Still feeling grateful
For the life that it's lived
Sees getting is good
Yet it's better 
To give
Judgments then fall
along with conditions
He's standing tall
Gets on with his mission
Flying high in
Blue skies
Singing with birds
He knows what to say
He'll express with 
His words
Indigo vision
Opens third eye
Spirit is guiding
It can't be denied
On completion of quest
The serpent is crowned
Bliss is but brief
To earth now back down