Up and down, Red to crown

There are ley lines in my body. Zigging and zagging in a matrix of colors. Visible light refracting in through the lenses of my eyes, reversing somewhere along the optical. There are ley lines in my body- through the days folding anew they bore.

There are ley lines traveling up and down- from red to crown. A violet beam will enter through the peaking jewel of my skull and warm to indigo where lies grey matter in lull. A mediation seen from behind closed eyes. These ley lines, there upkeep my daily chore.

Up and down from red to crown the light will pool blue behind the pillar of my voice. In clear-throated silence I have this choice- listen or ignore- the light spills down more and more. The light tells me go on- just a bit more- and then on more each day- these ley lines moving closer to my core.

In the blooming alveoli of my lungs crawling over these organs like fungus- there is a green in my whole-hearted chest to be seen. New to love and lovers. New to self care. New to the queer magic and holy breath of life filling me with air. Charging me from moon to morning these ley lines laid bare with lore.

Move now to the tumult down in the swirling and gurgling of my abdomen- slowly rising and falling in the nuance of unconscious systems in my ley line design. Yellow to orange to red- where the fire is set- and back to crown again. The billowing tidings of my life bleat here- eat sleep and drink repeat- day out and in- I- from the pages of Source the creators they tore.

Up and down from red to crown in all these colors I sit in shroud. My solace. The pleasant glow of life- and the wink of death from the distant ends of my trail they all are tickling with time like feathers of Goddesses long before me as Ma'at- Minerva- miracles of seated flight in these day to day meditations- I soar.