I soar above eagles
Focusing on the ground without sound
Where I wear my crown...chakra.
It is here I release the Ego for the Truth.
To deduce one's reality
Seeing through the mighty Eye, Third.
The voice of the Divine speaks purely.
My throat opens up.
The words are not mine,
They are Her's,
Poetic and sincere.
And very clear.
I feel my heart sharing the rhythm of my life.
It is here I understand that I am one with all.
To my knees I fall.
Bowing my head
Asking for forgiveness.
Let my Manipura align with the rest
Opening, just like my chest,
Bearing vulnerability and weakness
Releasing the wretched pain of my past
To the Earth it goes
Allowing the energy to flow.
Watching the orange lights flicker
Shaking my core
Opening yet another door.
Grounded may I be,
Let me root and finally see
Truth - like the rest -
Secure, protected, death.