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Elevate Those Beautiful Chakras (Incantation)

Into the calling of the night    
Where sacraments burn the candles upon the casting of dim light    
Defaced divine offering unto mankind    
No tears to offer when the hunger is not getting fed unto borrowed time    
By the bell of the finality creed    
In the window of time hallowed be thy sound    
Seen the fate of holiness without the sphere of compulsion in the greed      
The beautiful nakedness in the glory, coveted the offering in the absence of the seed    
     
I have so much indoctrinated fortitude unto humanity’s mind I must still share in this lifespan, mental charities I must give its just due    
In the window of cosmic time, it does not consist of entertaining the slothful in thought, or give the greater of my goodwill intellect, to the blinded without a cause, or befallen to the egotistical wraith of the naysayer, or fool    
Bow your head then elevate your worth    
Life is about living, showing compassion to the ill, the mentally abused, and the ones whose silence keeps them wrapped in the blanket of their own hurt    
Lift your head, and tell the weary how to remain faithful, advise them the secrets to the soul is found in their rebirth    
     
If not found true of thee    
Or the chimes of those ethos, pathos, and logos that keeps us sane we must balance naturally embedded in you and me    
The Seven Chakras, let them astral plane to kiss the Heavens, bless the Earth, and purify the Sea, in each dominion I will tenderly commence    
Ancient of time from way back when    
     
It's a part of my temple’s emancipation    
My soulful dedication    
The sultry undertones of my poetic liberations    
As I humbly bow to you in divine salutations      
     
With much respect, sit down, step down, or move aside, please    
And allow the warmth of the Sun to shine at ninety degrees    
As the saying goes, one head shall always keep the eyes on the sparrow to give love and direction to the baby and civilization’s carriage    
The other shall keep the head buried in the sand only to feel one’s own provoked ill will, rooted in Cain’s narcissisms, in hell shall be the marriage    
     
Assalam Alaikum    
 
 
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Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 13th May 2024
Author's Note
My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.

Maya Angelou

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