kundalini

she waded through mass of absence

in pain and shadow of night

through seasons of strain and solitude

in low altitudes of fear and fright.

she shed saintly tears for the lost silent years

that stretched out like a serpent’s skin

alluring., 

toward a sight beyond sight

and a height above height

at the estuary

where she found

new love and new light,

 

 

 

i was that light  

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. how beautiful is that discovery of new light ...
. stunning poetry, monsieur ...