The Course of the Laughable Kundalini -------------------------------------------
Like a thousand alleys beneath a hunched and watchful tower
An idea; small truths of matters
It fled and wore disguise to escape the sun
A cloak of scales and dust
Walking with all four legs to the pavement
Slinking in and out of hiding spots
Behind this trashcan
Underneath these tires
Quickly across the street
Where we can manifest into
A tall hooded figure
A priest
From this perspective many holy relics are felt with long skinny fingers
Some are chipped and Mary’s small timid smile becomes an openmouthed gasping
Longing
Denial
Like the cool wet floor beneath the seats in the subway station
Scrambling towards direction
Desperation and hunger from the belly of a rat
Molded again into, a stranger
Coughing and begging for cigarettes
A drink
What kind of drink can satiate the thirst of uselessness?
But the strangers all stand up in unison
And like magic they all walk the same way
Method and logic fall politely in tune with the sweet sound of music greatly increasing a pleasurable wave of new purpose
Reason
The strangers all take off their mask
A horn plays
A beat throbs as several footsteps find their niche
And a symphony is orchestrated here in this station
They all run and dance up the stairs
Their cloaks and their coats and their hats fly in the air
A fury of wind and air and accessories mingle
Scarves socialize
Making sense of the silent chaos that trembled beneath the hateful concrete
The hard surface that pushes against your ovaries as gravity naturally pulls you to your feet
The kundalini pulls and the strangers laugh at the joke
That vibrating energy must be running up their spine
And life must be getting longer
As ships are racing across the sea
Making the world turn faster
Making the rotation spin quicker
The music speeds up
As the strangers dance their feet smoke
They create a fire
The fire consumes them
Until they are exasperated and sweating and smiling at the thought of sitting still
kundalini, serpent energy, if i remember right: sexual and deep and dark aspects of ourselves. yet, this piece reminds me of sufism, of whirling dervish dancing, of kaleidoscopes and weaving, of hunger and laughter and... insatiableness.
you speak of religion, beliefs, philosophy to me here, entwined yet disparate and aloof. you speak of disguises and the light which shines when these masks are taken off. i think...
you speak of searching for reason amidst this chaos. for beauty. for something right. for something worthwhile. for a speck of divinity.
i'm sleepy. i'm not making much sense but those are my overall impressions.
Submission Name: The Course of the Laughable Kundalini
