Disarray and Conquest

Jain in the undergrowth,
Chained down with an oath.
Ahimsa beneath my palms,
I sway in lenience to the tranquil psalms.

A dive without a breath, deepening in the outstretched arms.
My chakras are blazoning, screaming against Om.
I should back down into my own shadow-less retreat,
And close my eyes tight, all three, until I go blind.

I gaze at the moon enveloping the star,
I carry my cross, sweat in my spine.
The order is disrupted, the planets unaligned.
I walk on needles, with peace and a pentagram.