Kundalini Splendor

Here is a recent poem by my friend Michael Black. I am, as always, delighted with poems on spiritual topics, and this is a good one. (And Michael is very spiritual. He often does his "seva" (service) by coming over to help me with various challenging tasks (putting up pictures, getting things wired up correctly, that sort of thing.) He is still looking for an excuse to use his drill, which he is very proud of.)


>> Oceania
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>> Awash in my tiny boat,
>> Towering waves all about,
>> I remind myself that
>> G-D is greater than an ocean.
>> G-D is greater than an ocean.
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>> Awash in my tiny boat,
>> Towering waves all about,
>> I reach for my breath,
>> But it's not there. It's not there. Yet
>> G-D is greater than an ocean.
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>> Awash in my tiny boat,
>> Towering waves all about,
>> My frail ego exudes pain, exudes pain,
>> But it's never-ending. Never-ending. Yet
>> G-D is greater than an ocean.
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>> Awash in my tiny boat,
>> Towering waves all about,
>> My ego capsizes. There I am,
>> Flailing about for a mammoth life raft. Yet
>> G-D is greater than an ocean.
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>> Awash in my tiny boat,
>> Towering waves all about,
>> I become a gallon of sea water,
>> for all sea water knows that
>> G-D is greater than an ocean,
>> G-D is greater than an ocean.

copyright, Michael Black

Michael and I went to visit his favorite ashram in Sonoma on Saturday. I exerienced much shakti there, and am still in the spell. I plan to write about the vist soon.
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