The master chakra poem

Black  beneith the physical boundaries dripping oil on the gears of my life the food on my plate the ladder outside my window above the ground bracing me upwards into silver are my feet that touch the earth the moon that illuminates modest soil my womens intuition most primal, supporting my root of red is the strut in my stride the vim of my sword in red i know who i am red is the lust in my ...