Kundalini Splendor

How It Will Be

"When naked to naked goes. . ."
                              Yeats

All translated
to music and light
Final frequencies

And a drift of awareness

Familiar,
like the taste of some fruit
you ate for breakfast
each morning,
the voice of an old friend,
someone you loved
singing as
she entered

But always approaching,
never fully arriving,
this music piercing
to the root,
light invading the nerves,
the skeleton

to the edge of feeling

rapture, rapture,
however it came

now the Beloved naked at last
pure, ultimate

Dorothy Walters
July 21, 2015