Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Crown

sometimes I get lost in movement.
a stretch
a step
a slight lilt of the head leftward
it takes no more than a second
I am transported
a soul that reaches toward the classic heavens
Sahasrara
Latifat-al-Akhfa
Emergence
a shiver dribbles down my skin
scritch scratch at my scalp
you wonder why I melt 
when you stimulate such a center of power

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem, Danny. I love the last two lines.

Unknown said...

Thank you, Nate. I don't know how I didn't see this comment before.