Kundalini

Now, where are you now?
This gritty space between us
that holds our rawness
Your nakedness and mine
Feet completely in the mud
My body is alive, real, present

I’m so alive, I am dangerous
Dancing in the present moment
Feeling my power, my hugeness
Yet “I” am not in control
but surrendered to another intelligence
Trusting

Trusting our safety
Trusting our knowing
Trusting our integrity
The fences are made of matchsticks
and I am dancing on a tornado
unharmed