Dropping
Deep down into my body
My pelvis, my sex
With a deep breath
A quiver, a rapt sigh
My hips rise, my back arches
The light shining from deep inside the marrow of my bones
Clawing from within
This flame that ignites
Pours over my soul
The slow rise and fall, of breasts full of life
With each exhalation
Whispering sounds of ecstasy
Each pulse, the perspiration drips
Cooling my body
As it marinatesIn liquid fire
(Riding the Tiger is one of the techniques explore in the Shakti Awakening programme)
Karen O'Moore June 2014