Kundalini Splendor

Frankincense and Amber--poem by Dorothy

This morning,
bliss once more.
Unannounced,
not expected,
just by holding that
all but forgotten vial
of fragrant essence
(Frankincense and Amber)
near and inhaling once or
twice—
and presto there I was again,
standing in front of my mirror
in the little dressing room,
yet transported (as they say)
into that other sphere
where pleasure defies definition,
and one seems to have a preview
of what it is like
in the “beyond.”

Is that what happens
with drugs? I wonder.
Do people rob and worse
to feel such joy?

How is it that I,
an elder, a crone,
an octogenarian as they
name it (as if it were
a strange animal or
perhaps an exotic plant
in the garden)—
how can it be
that now,
at this juncture,
even though I seem to have lost
my passport
for so many other earthly realms,
here, now, with these simple
movements
hands and hips in tiny circles,
eyes closed,
enter that sphere
where only the saints
are reputed to dwell?

Dorothy Walters
November 12, 2014

Actually, this event occurred the day before the intense experience described in the previous entry.  This one was lovely, but it was almost like a dress rehearsal for the one that followed next day.   I think it is important to attempt to describe the subjective experience of such bliss states, as we try to fathom what Kundalini is and how it affects us.  Of course, each of us responds in a different way.
I also think that, though scientific investigation of the Kundalini phenomenon is important, we must not forget that, in the final telling, it is how it actually affects us individually that matters most to those going through this transformational process.  Such descriptions also can also help others to understand what Kundalini actually can feel like.
Of course, such intense events are ultimately ineffable: to describe them accurately is like trying to catch sunlight with a butterfly net. 

(Image from internet)