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CHAKRA FLOW by Tammy T. Stone

                                                                                  (Editor's note)

Souls uniting from all over the world to make art via the Internet is so very inspiring to me! 

The poems you are about to read below emerged from one such connection. They will take you on a journey through the chakras, or the psycho-energetic centers in our bodiesaccording to the ancient yoga tradition.  

The poetry flowed out of Tammy T. Stone, a Canadian writer and photographer living in Japan, after having been moved by the beautiful yoga artwork of Helene Averous, who is French and living in Singapore. Their beautiful creations were then woven together by yours truly, into a meditational video you may watch below, with the music of my talented friend Paul Avgerinos. 

May you enjoy our artistic offering, as you connect with the dynamic life force flowing through your body, animating your chakras, and celebrating YOU! 


Chakra Flow
by Tammy T. Stone


Strong goes the beat
Thrumming in our blood and bones
Aeons and aeons deep.


Into the ocean of Being:
Kiss the light our origins
Emerge sensuous through
prism divine.


Jewelled seat of
Warrior Heart, we blaze
The world whole in awe of
 “I am.”


Arrival,
Your heart in my Heart, we expand
In breath, heal deep within
our holy union.


Song of songs and
Ocean’s roar: holding hands
We move to speak
in cosmic grace.


Between sun and moon
A shimmering light swells
In the deep stillness
Of vision reborn.


With a tender heart,
Our reverent anchor, we bathe
In the light of Source.



(To watch our meditational video creation of this poem, featuring the art of Helene Averous and the music of Paul Avgerinos, just click play below) 





Tammy T. Stone
 is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's pagetwitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.



~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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