Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Poem by Denise Levertov
Overland to the Islands
Let's go—much as that dog goes,
intently haphazard. The
Mexican light on a day that
‘smells like autumn in Connecticut’
makes iris ripples on his
black gleaming fur—and that too
is as one would desire—a radiance
consorting with the dance.
Under his feet
rocks and mud, his imagination, sniffing,
engaged in its perceptions—dancing
edgeways, there's nothing
the dog disdains on his way,
nevertheless he
keeps moving, changing
pace and approach but
not direction—‘every step an arrival.’
- Denise Levertov
When we think of Kundalini, we must not forget that it flows not only in humans, but in every living thing--and some believe even in every non-living thing. It is the great energy of creation itself, and the source of all the power and animation in the universe.
