No Chakras

 

When I laugh I have no chakras.

The sun is my heart.

When I cry the moon comes down

to caress my forehead

but finds no lotus to kiss open.

Breathing the Beloved's scent

clears my natal chart

of every planet and sign.

The astrologer is bewildered.

All he sees in me is an empty page

full of light.

My silence roars like a lion.

Don't give me any more of your

esoteric books.

Grace has made me too stupid

to understand.
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