Chakra Poem

As I sit on this most sacred earth,

the roots of me are here.

the red for passion anchors me,

so I can smell what’s near.

I’m reminded of survival now,

I pull energy from the land,

there’s fight or flight inside of me,

if I choose to stand.

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The orange of my sacral,

gives birth to creative sparks,

flows with water as an element,

it here I make my mark.

It’s where I feel compassion,

warmth and empathy,

I taste what’s really going on,

not rely on what I see.

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My ‘city of jewels’ is yellow,

it’s from where I feel desire,

my sense of sight connected,

assists me lighting the fire.

With confidence I give respect,

to myself and others,

I’m often cheerfully energetic,

when I don’t take cover.

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My sense of touch is from my heart,

love stems from here,

It’s coloured green of different hues,

a place that’s very dear.

It’s where I build relationships,

I can sabotage them too,

if my heart is weak when we meet,

it’s what I can do.

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My voice comes out quite clearly,

I speak out in blues,

I can express myself artistically,

when I’m not confused.

It’s from here that I communicate,

it’s a place I like to be.

I can connect as spiritual,

at those times when I can see.

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The place of knowing is indigo,

it’s from here I also see,

things that aren’t available,

for everyone but me.

An electrical current here,

connects me to all things.

gives charismatic personality,

can also give me wings

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At the crown I’m higher up,

it’s where I leave the ground,

although balanced here, it’s magical,

all planes can be found.

The colour of deep purple,

the entry for a bright light,

it’s the place that opens up

before we walk into the night.

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