Rivers of energy

Her reflections are all around us…
I see her in the spaces between, sinew.
I see her in the outcroppings of plexus, gland, septa, and diaphragm.
I see her in the branches, autumn taken down her lungs leaves.
I see her in the tangled roots.
Why is the path of least resistance so winding?

Magnetically, she pulls others towards her -
or is that aspects of herself towards herself?

Who was that ancient yogi,
who could not see her once the spirit had left the body?
What did he think he would see?

Why do we look for such mechanistic structures,
when the truth is so obvious - if we close our eyes?
The birth of a religion the death of another…

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