KUNDALINI
"You are a livingness, a verb. What is arising in you, at this moment, is the great realization." — Christopher Zzenn Loren

I was not from the East
I was not from the West
Not out of the deep blue
Or up from the ground

My place was placeless
A trace of the traceless
Neither body nor soul
On the day I was found

Silence broke my tongue and subtle flames were streaming 'neath my skin
And all I was doing was breathing
And all I was doing was being
When the fire crept in

I was breathing, breathing
'Til a quickening at the base of the spine
I was breathing, breathing
In a space of not knowing yours from mine
I was breathing, breathing
Toward a moment when the serpent would unwind

Two into one
One with all things
Awakened, my love
Shaken by love

I was not from the East
I was not from the West
Not out of the deep blue
Or up from the ground

My place was placeless
A trace of the traceless
Neither body nor soul
On the day I was found

Silence broke my tongue
And all I was doing was breathing

We were two into one
One with all things
Awakened, my love
Taken by love

We were two into one
One with all things
Awakened by love
Shaken, my love
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words by Patsy Moore (including and informed by the musings of Rumi, Sappho, and Mirabai); music by Mar with Patsy Moore

Copyright © 2018 Patchouli Grove (SESAC) / Funky Mulatta Music (ASCAP)