Back to home page Back to other religious content   The After Shock of a Spiritual Marathon   by Sean November 1996   My poem was published in Wheaton's Theosophist Journal just after my introduction to a Chakra Healing Touch session.  I had just lost my job of 14 years, had been divorced for one month, and had been swindled out of a bundle of money I had loaned to a friend that skipped out on a promise to pay. It begins in the lobby of the Theosophist Library with a group that had  no previous experience with Chakra Healing.  I had been invited by a neighborhood nurse that knew only the sketchy details of my personal crises.  There was a circle of chairs in a large room that we were invited to sit.  I wrote this the next day and on Monday shared the results with my best friends.                  There is a radiant aura about us all   Expanding, contracting gets too large and too small   Is this quacky nonsense from India's starving ship?   Some sacrificed their lonely egos for this mental trip!   Standing about we pulled out our corner stones     Swapping stories no quotes no disciple clones.         An arc of chairs - leader to the point     His tooth extracted pain soothed at jaw's joint     I choose to obstain from sending karma to him     No harm not ready to go out on a limb.     Blue color was sent tranquil color implied     Wine aroma chat still no skeptics spied.           Magnetic waves crisscrossed not the least had light     Breathing deep to the rythmic meter inner light     Suggestions to lead us down the chakra paths     Spiritual cleansing in our energy baths   The ritual opening prayer was conclusive   To Western ears quite, quite illusive.     Open floor question - question the ground     Resolving the position were firmness found   No public whips if you don't understand   Then heart leaps forward for life is grand!   Please 'elan vital not another sect   Regained innocence suspend the suspect.           Had my fill of chalatins and rogues     Even shisters and queens with heavy broughs     To tricksters and hucksters I am the lamp anon.     My eyes can even spot a messiah con.     Flattery draws us toward cliffs to steep   Holding fast to what you sow you reap.     Two pair of hands around an emptied head   Gray grained ringed black jewel not dead.     Passed near large lobes a melodic hint   Near nose ancient incense sent of mint.   At the mouth a hallow echo din   The past pushed passed even mortal sin.         Shoulders were tapped on each one once     Feared the first then a curious hunch     Were others determined to assert themselves     Or be playful oafs, sprites or woodland elves?     I've been called before no secure allure     But this was real that's all I know for sure!         Strong sweet perfume rose to nose again     Do the guides unscented sense were I've been?     Distant sirus clouds down near the torso     Then hot flamed yellow ring rising from below     A torrent of words melted far away     No need to speak even time was clay     Lost all track of where the guides were at     I must put to pen this chakra chat.           Just before the grounding of the feet   A stool with a bowl of water filled complete   Traveled to its center to see the sky's reflection   The depth of the water bowl deeper upon inspection   Symmetry of depth and height felt dizzy without end     The after shock lingered like ocean bend.     I told these fragments to those close at hand   A painter saw here craft, a shaman saw her stand   A leader measured quality, angels found their band     A fearful chum fled to chidful gossip land.     A tiny glimpse of what makes Buddha smile     Will tide me over the next foolish mile.         No need to embellish or unravel all the strands     It was and will be a laying on of hands!     Another prayer guides us back to earth     Sophomoric humor no harm with birth     Will questions abort the vision's gentle force     Or help mature the nature of this course?