Mother kundalini is my rock’n’roll mistress.

She rattles and rolls within and all about the body.
Enticing the quivering knees.
She moves me around, round and around.
The head just follows her lead.
This pleases the heart immeasurably.
The heart centre strums with with an energised hum when she activates the fervour within me.
The blood races fast to the mind that is aghast, dumb struck by the resonating body.
The hiss in the ears embellishes the energetic tendency.
While the hands and the feet remain cold in this stance.
The moment, the bliss, the awareness and she.

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