The Third Eye

She talks of chakras and mandalas

Of invisible wheels of energy flowing

Sacred consciousness

Coursing through the body divine


I stand before her

Silently listening

Washed over by

A torrent of words


Gazing at her doe eyes

As she explains

The seven wheels of energy

That turn in perpetual motion inside


Right from Sahasrara

The thousand-petaled lotus

Radiating pure

awareness


Anahata

The heart chakra

The tiny flame burning within

Unhurt, unstruck, and unbeaten


Ajna

The perceptive third eye

Of intuition and intellect

I steal another look and wonder


If she really knows

That spirituality

Remains a cover

For my desires

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

The thing about writing poetry is that it is a subjective form of creative expression.  It is also the type of writing that I never shared in the past but in the last year or so I find that I am unafraid to share it, so bring on the bouquets or the brickbats :-)

Edit: I added some links to explains some of the Sanskrit words used.  At a minimum the word chakra denotes a 'wheel' or a 'circle' and a 'cycle'.

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