Muladhara

(I wrote this poem a few years ago for a poetry class at the U of Arizona.  Was looking for something else on my computer this morning and came across it.  Seemed appropriate for today–the first day of Scorpio, the sign of my birth.  Muladhara, for those who do not know, is the “root chakra” in yoga (Sanscrit).  This poem is about my symbolic associations to that energy center.)

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Warm snakes in black caldron

Their broth, my blood…

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Red fire dances madly–

Ignites orange wheels of passion

Obsidian stakes dive deep

Into the ground.

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Root channel, source of all energy

Fierce Goddess Power

Dark, darker, darkness

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Persephone’s Journey

Begins with you–

Serpent Mother Magic

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Kali Pele Shiva Shakti

Dance of DEATH before CREATION

Mystery Keeper’s Secret Weaver–

Dragon grows in deepest lair…

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(acrylic panting “Muladhara Chakra” by the author–original canvas has black feathers hanging on black satin ribbon along the bottom edge.)

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Welcome Scorpio.

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Her Dark Majesty…

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The Goddess of Death.

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What frightens you?

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That I would lose this sweet chance

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To engage LIFE

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With no fear in my heart.

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The time is NOW…

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To live with more s p a c e.

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I want to know my depths.

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Your Mystery is HERE…

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Welcome Scorpio.

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I have waited for you.

Spiral Center

I’m goin’ down

To the Spiral Center

To meet my soul

In her gypsy splendor.

 

What we’re gonna do

When I arrive

Is share some plans

So I can thrive!

 

My Gypsy Soul

She’s got a Dream–

A path for me

Laid by my team.

 

Up in the sky,

In the spirit world–

Before I was born

The spiral curled!

 

The time has come

To find my way

Around the spiral

So my soul can play!

 

And when I reach

That golden center

The “sweet spot”

I soon will enter…

 

It’s in this spot

In the heart of me

That I’ll live my Dream

And  set  the  Gypsy  free.  

 

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(“Spiral Center” oil pastel by the author)

Strange Bird-Song…

Some people live with spice and sparkle,

Others more like mouthwash gargle.

In which group do you wish to belong?

Drifting down the drain or high on song?

Live life to its fullest, strive to create.

There’s a gift in you you must open to play.

Get to know yourself—your loves and joys.

These are things you can use

To

Make

Noise.

Shout out to the world—give us your words.

Without your voice …

There’s one less bird.