The Chrysanthemum Field

The Kundalini Chronicles

Sep 23 2021 • 6 mins

This podcast features the lessons learned from Scott Bryant-Comstock's Kundalini Awakening. Scott reads a spontaneously written poem coming straight from the universe, and provides a bit of homework to help guide you on your own journey of self discovery. Do you want to hear more poetry from Scott? Then listen and subscribe to https://www.thekundalinichronicles.com/ (The Kundalini Chronicles )podcast. Enjoy each episode! Follow Scott Bryant-Comstock onhttps://www.instagram.com/onewithkundalini/ ( Instagram). Let us know what you think! Send an audio file with your comments to info@theoptimisticadvocate.com. We’d love to hear from you and remember to share it with your podcasting friends. Poem for the episode - The Chrysanthemum Field  The Chrysanthemum Field By Scott Bryant-Comstock The season of color is upon us. Explosions of yellow, orange, red, purple, white, and pink. A densely woven fabric of wonder with lines of green in between, such as the joy and the splendor of the chrysanthemum field. God's intoxicating reminder that our love is real. Can you see it? Can you feel it? Can you hear the sound of love as the breeze whispers through the stems close to the ground?  Come nearer, where it's clearer, where the earth meets the sky. There, right there. Can you feel me now? Close to your side?  The slow caress of your palm across the ground. The freshly tilled soil resisting, but giving way to the rhythmic pattern of your hand, gliding round and round.  The stubble on my chin from thousands of miles away, begins to ever so slightly sway as if to say, you are here with me. Yes, it's real. We are lying together in the chrysanthemum field. Your hand slowly travels from ground to stem, imagining the journey within, that birthed the bloom at the end. A glorious expression of all that went in to the creation of this most perfect specimen, tracing the journey from seed to flower, surrendering yourself to the chrysanthemum's intoxicating power. I feel the touch of your hand on my knee, tracing the scar that defines me, that is only for you to see,  hand on scar from a distance so far. An unspoken act performed countless times that reminds me without words, we will be okay, we are here to stay. Our scars continue to heal, as we lie together in the chrysanthemum field. You rise above the blooms, where the sun dances with the moon. The aura of colors surround you, flow through you, and unveil the true you, standing alone in the chrysanthemum field. I reach for the picture of you that hangs prominently in my view. And I feel hopeful for renewal.  Come my love. There is much to be revealed. There is much to be healed, as we lie together in the chrysanthemum field.