Over The Svayambhu Linga, on the Muladhara Chakra, shines the sleeping Kundalini, fine as the fibre of the lotus stalk.
Like the spiral of the Conchshell, Her shining snake-like form goes three and half times round Shiva, and Her lustre is that of a strong flash of young strong lightning.
Her sweet murmur is like the indistinct hum of love-mad bees.
It is She who maintains all the beings of the word by means of inspiration and expiration and shines in the cavity of the Root (Mula) Lotus (Chakra) like a chain of brilliant light.
(SathChakra-Nirupana)
Right now, I would drive by and pick you up and drive away. To a place near the sea, with lots of wind and very few people. And I would sit between your legs and just listen to your heart and the wind and feel the sun and feel the skin of your body. And wait for nothing to happen. Besides you relaxing. And touch all of you, without moving, but just closing my eyes and tuning into you.
To know you can immediately return to all the people and all the things that need you. Most of all your son.
But still I would ask you to spend time and wait till the night would fall and lie next to you and look at the stars, till you could feel them alive inside yourself, till you were completely fulfilled by the sound of the sea, the smell of the air and the light of the stars and the power of the earth to carry you. Only then, would I drive you back to your normal world.
And I hope you would sleep on the way back to your life. Just sleep because you were fulfilled, by life and dreams to come true.
a kiss of the wind of change
Somebody to love you and your sons and your family and friends.
Somebody to love all of you and nothing less.
Somebody who lies close to you, naked, skin to skin and waits for nothing less.
Somebody who brings you coffee on the bed in the morning and waits for the smile to appear on your face.
Somebody who waits for you when you come home from work, to be there and to wait for you till you are ready to talk; to share;
Somebody who picks up your son and goes swimming with him when you are too tired.
Somebody who waits to eat, because sharing with you is more important than being hungry.
Somebody who leaves you in peace at the computer, but smiles when you turn away from it.
Somebody who loves to see you in the shower and waits to give you a towel when you get out.
Somebody who looks for you when you walk out after a fight.
Somebody who fights with you to find out more about you and then cries out of pain and joy
Somebody who leaves you a note on your computer, saying I love you, but please get some food for the evening dinner.
Somebody who loves hands meeting under clothes.
Somebody who believes in your dreams even if they are not hers.
Somebody who will listen even when you do not talk
Somebody who understands your son will always come first
Somebody who loves the scars on your skin and soul
Somebody who likes to paint your body
Somebody who asks you to come to bed because that is where you belong
Somebody who does not mind your son in between in the bed
Somebody who helps to clean up the mess, whenever, because that is part of life
Somebody who puts short notes in your pockets, to say I love you, come home soon
Somebody who does not understand all of you, but still loves you
Somebody who sneeks up in the morning behind you, clutches her arms around you and sees you in the mirror and says you are beautiful
Somebody who recognizes and appreciates love in all the little things you do.