I KNOW YOU ARE THERE by Kia Miller

This poem came through in less than an hour…

It speaks of my relationship to the Divine, how our senses can become glorious agents, delivering to us all manner of heavenly delights.

Everything in life is perception. In the Tantric/Kundalini tradition a merging with life is encouraged, rather than withdrawing can we engage wholeheartedly and in doing so, feel every thing as part of one Creative Source represented in a myriad of different ways.

~Pictured is the author Kia Miller~

I Know You Are There

I know you are there

I feel you in the longing of my heart 

To merge, to become the melody of your song

 I see you in the moonlit shimmer on the river, 

And the eyes that look back at mine with wild abandon

 I hear you as you pluck the strings of my life

 and whisper truths in my ears

 I taste you in the nectar of sun ripened fruit

 and fresh honey comb

 I smell you in the fragrance of earth touched by rain, 

And the intoxicating scent of Lilies

 lavishly revealing their depths

 I sense your presence as the carrier of joy and sorrow 

The unbiased ever-loving grace of life 

The alarm that sounds when I fall unconscious

 As the wind that gently tugs at my sleeve

 urging me to wake.

Kia Miller is one of the most well known Kundalini teachers in the West, Kia has an ability to translate the subtle teachings of Kundalini Yoga in a highly accesable way. Kia's study of yoga began when she was 15. She is certified in both Hatha and Kundalini and teaches workshops, retreats and teacher trainings throughout the world. Kia's passion is to share the Kundalini tradition infused with Bhakti. Kia's classes are a powerful mix of asana, breath, meditation and chanting that will leave you uplifted and empowered. You may her on her website here or Facebook.

~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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