KUNDALINI DANCE Dark and cold and wet were Her hands felt Her chilly breath inside my throatier claws deep inside trying to find traces offer within me stayed still Accepting Opening Receiving Within a moment She was inside Two fingers below My belly buttoning there She found no traces of shivers no traces of resistance, no traces of weakness just clear pure Passage-Way Then She grew into Her most powerful Self She stood undisturbed, unmoved, unchanged Totally free and She screamedAAAAAUUUUUUMMMFrom the center of the earth, Through the tunnels of the caves, To the surface of the volcanoesAAAAUUUUUUMMMMTo open: Mountain tops untouched by clouds and rain Cherry fields in their full blossom dog running after a train filled with the excitement witch laughing at passers-by mirroring their paranoia Death looking us in the eyes searching for the chosen Few Capable to see the Key behind Her magic veil
— Nataša Nuit Pantović
Tree of Life
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