Kundalini, an original poem by Benjamin Pritchard and Michael Sharp
A thousand years it lies asleep, gently slumbers at your feet.
When at last the time is right, it starts to wake, and then takes flight.
Up through the chakras, begins to move… picks up speed, and finds its groove.
When at last its work is done, our eyes are open… time for fun!!!
But before it does, you must beware, of power/glory of its flare.
You must prepare, or you’ll be snared, or dazed by brightness of its glare.
So in this moment, say I to you. Don’t be a stooge, align true blue.
Approach the world with sight brand new. And let that Kundalini through!