First I get to the bottom of it.

First I get to the bottom of it. In the last chakra the serpent sleeps, dreaming of a place to climb toward. Passing through detours I reach the center of the root. Before me, a seed of life seeking survival and a future. A rosy trail of living, growing energy.

Focusing on the source of my deepest sighs, I let pass the stimuli that try to sink the ship; I sail afloat over safe ground. I watch the glow of my being lighting the spark that grows like a saman tree up my spine. I straighten up, firm, knowing how to open myself to the earth. The breath is full and unwavering. A current begins to bore through the stakes.

Present here, I contemplate the torrent of love that lifts me to the sky. I stop trembling before the cold of some dark soul. The body relaxes, free of guilt, letting the rain sprinkle with no shelter. Whole, I observe the living energy grow. I don't wish to forget my sorrows, but forgetting causes me no sorrow.

Each flash is new and unrepeatable; the world never loses its flavor. In the heights of peace, love is savored more than a volcano giving off its scent. On the throne of Man lies the acceptance of everything.

I trust in my awakening, without excuses or weaknesses. Alert to the traps of my weariness. And inevitably, life goes on.