The Solar Cadence
In the core of our being, where the sun's fire is seeing,
Lies the chakra of power, in the solar plexus tower.
Manipura, the lustrous sphere, where rhythm's pulse is ever clear.
Health's vigor, self-control's might, in this chakra find their right,
Yet gluttony's grasp, asceticism's clasp,
Are the extremes that make the spirit gasp.
For in the solar's blaze, the Hermetic rhythms play,
As day follows night, and night follows day.
The balance here we find, in the rhythm of the mind.
So let the solar flame, with health and control tame,
And guard against the feast, and the fasting beast.
For in the plexus' glow, our true natures show.
In rhythm's ebb and flow, the Hermetic secrets grow,
"As in the dance, so in the stance," the sages bestow.
The solar chakra's beat, with rhythm's retreat,
In the balance of life, our journeys complete.
