Kundalini is a great mystery for myself as the poor student of ancient doctrine that I am.
No book and no saint does this imperfect vessel embrace
Merely the radiance that flows continuously is the light through which the great understandings are gently given and gratefully received when and where it wishes its perception held.
I am given to perceptions of nothingness inside of great abundance and yet this paradox merely amuses. Where is that which isn’t?
God speaks to me and I am not.
Kundalini radiates Gods breath through me and I am not.
I am and not.
For those who speak of that which isn’t, rarely know that which is.
When the divine wind flies in the face of consciousness where is it’s’ source?
Does she hide in the cool breath upon the face?
Is he there in the heat of the path?
Does their touch embrace the flame yet leave no mark?
From these "embedded" understandings perhaps we need only go within?
Truth is as we can hold it.
Faith is as we trust it.
Nothing can be convinced upon another as
we make our own choices of discovery
Life is the fulcrum for our experiences
And we qualify our adventure by our surrender to it.
blessings on all of us in our different adventures.