Shit Storm

I've never written about the more serious aftermaths of my Kundalini Rising

when the serpent rises
and the shit debris
hits the fan

and I can barely stand
all the inner shit
and helpless fury
I see
inside me

shit particles stirred up
and flying around

like dust
in a thunderstorm
minus the rain
that would make the dust heavy
and let it fall down
back onto mother earth
whence it came

for this would calm me
if the dust were to be heavy from rain

Only King Arthur's love
makes this dust heavy enough
for it to sink
through the layers of my mind
to the bottom of my heart
and become something
useful
where I can see
myself again
in peace
and dust-free.