shining needle

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Ashesh9
Ashesh9
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a shining needle rises thru' the centre of spine
flows upto Om tat sat chit anand
sweet blissful wine
don't kill rape gossip or
.......whine ......
a shining needle rises
thru' the centre of my spine

Ashesh9
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erectus123erectus123over 8 years ago
we are so fortunate

that in this chaotic world you retain a link to the Ancients and share with us.

The Deccan art exhibition recently held in NY provided a tantazing look into this golden age.

https://www.google.com/search?q=deccan+art+images&oq=deccan+art+images&aqs=chrome..69i57.9495j0j8&sourceid=chrome&es_sm=91&ie=UTF-8

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 8 years agoAuthor
Wakin'Down : as for the Needle up the Spine concept ....the

Kundalini Shakti rises up the Shushumna Nadi situated in the centre of the Spine until it merges in the Thousand petalled Lotus in the Center of the head : esoteric no?

I'll be posting an Illustrated Poem on this which I hope will clear up all doubts ' n fears !

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 8 years agoAuthor
Wakin'Down thanks for your kind words .

The second line Om Tat Sat Chit Anand translated from ancient Sanskrit would read

The Eternal State of Existence - Consciousness- Bliss !

wakingDownwakingDownover 8 years ago

I've read this through a few times now, and I like it. I don't understand the second line, I'm afraid, but that hasn't changed the fact that I like the feel of the work as a whole. I think that says something about it, that I can like it even if I don't even know what to make of a line of it.

I fear a needle to my spine, and I think that might be a part of it. I've been threatened with a spinal tap a couple times now (I don't think my doc would call talking over the procedure *threatening* me, but it sure felt that way to me), and that part really speaks to me.

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