Chakra Lunes

I
I grip mountains
With my roots, my truth
lifting me up.

II
Trickling, the creek’s
Crickle brings us blessings then
Carries them onward.

III
Old wood offered
into burning, blazing, smoke, ashes,
New green life.

IV
I breathe you
Breathe the air where we
All share breath.

V
Mind beyond thought
Connecting, extending, expanding, reaching into
Space between space.

VI
Who am I?
Son of Man? Of God?
I choose light.

VII
Everything reaches enlightenment.
So when I get there,
I’ll tell you!