Kundalini Splendor

Even My Shadow

How many years
have I have lain in
the heart of this flame.

Watching as everything
was consumed,
taken away.

First my clothing,
my sinews and flesh,
then my eyes and my hands,
my organs and bones
all glowing like embers,
pearls flowering with light.

Now even my shadow
is leaving,
is being stirred
to dust.

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Like Two Flowers Waiting

This is a day
to be quiet. . .

Fog trying the windows
seeking to come in,
soft music of Shiva
floating through the room.

Lovers don’t always
have to be talking.

Sometimes we can just
sit here,
listening to our hearts
beating together,
like two flowers
waiting for rain.