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Guest Blog – The Fire That Becomes Grace by Dr Kunwar Singh

A Few Poems from the book ‘Kundalini’s Grace Revealed in the Light of Advaita’

 

Some books inform, and then there are books that are born out of necessity—written not to
impress, but to survive and share.

 

‘Kundalini’s Grace Revealed in the Light of Advaita’ is not a conceptual work. It is a lived
account—raw, unfiltered, and at times unsettling—of what it means to walk through the fire
of Kundalini and discover, through surrender, the stillness of Advaita.

 

While the prose of the book narrates the journey, it is in the poetry that the heart truly
speaks. These poems were not written as literary exercises. They arose spontaneously—
often in the midst of intense inner upheaval, devotion, or surrender. They are not crafted;
they are received.

 

Here are a few poems from the book that capture the essence of this journey.

 

Divine Dance

You possessed the totality of my being.
There is simple, pure seeing.
As you raged through my every pore like a vibratory fire,
It felt like an ecstatic burning at the funeral pyre.

 

Like a roast chicken in the oven,
I feel charred and baked.
You bared my heart naked.

 

The dance endlessly happened,
and the dancer disappeared;
for my sanity, everyone feared.
As I wait for sleep,
you call from recesses deep.

 

When you blaze my entirety,
even insomnia is not a problem,
although it may last for an eternity.

 

Quantum Leap of Faith

When you rose to the height,
every illusion vanished
from my sight.

 

The brain short-circuited
with currents so sublime
that I lost all sense of time.
Joyous I became
without reason or rhyme.

 

You were drilling
and pecking at my skull
like a woodpecker does.
Into my brain descended
an electrical buzz and fuzz.
Sometimes, I felt
as if I would combust.
But your grace
made me robust.

 

This is a journey
of blind trust.
A quantum leap of faith
is a must.

 

Her Glorious Face

The cooling breeze upon the head.
In the mouth, a nectarine bliss is fed.
Seeing auras with open eyes,
piercing through illusions and lies.

 

I am like a battered pomfret
whom Mother Kundalini fries.
Nobody can control her,
no matter how hard he tries.
She sees through all pretences and lies.

 

She breaks unnecessary ties,
strips your illusions bare
to dissolve every hidden fear.

 

Bow to her grace,
if you wish to behold
her glorious face.
It’s not an egoic race.
In revealing herself,
She removes your egoic trace.

 

The Fire of Divine Love

Breathing up and down the spine,
but not going beyond the delusions of ‘me’ and ‘mine’.

 

Practise an indefinite spiritual fast;
know that this doership shall not last.

 

Only bathing in the holy rivers
shall not end your fears and quivers.

 

Contorting and twisting your body in a yoga posture
shall not give you ultimate composure.

 

Love and grace alone shall liberate;
all delusions, the fire of love shall obliterate.
This message, eternally I reiterate.

 

Grace in the Shadows

As I landed in realms
dark and occult,
you saved me from
a perilous result.

 

I got foolish, enamoured with
divination and powers;
you saved me with your
grace-filled showers.

 

Dangers still stealthily lurk,
but your grace can move mountains
and shake towers.

 

The path of Kundalini cannot truly be understood from the outside. It is something that unfolds within, often beyond the mind’s ability to grasp or control. These poems are not explanations of that journey but reflections on it—moments where the fire, the surrender and the silence found expression in words. If something in these lines resonates with you, not intellectually but quietly within, then perhaps this book will meet you there. Not to offer
answers, but to gently point back to what has always been present.

 

This book is available globally through Amazon in kindle, paperback and audiobook formats. To order the book, please click here.

 

For any queries or feedback, the author can be contacted at kunwarkiranjit@yahoo.in

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