Flying to Saturn,
ignited by a sound
vibrating in the solar plexus.

Rose up the spine,
took all its time.

At the neck the pressure began to climb,
nods blocking the way.
Spinning out of rhythm the fifth is;
let the deep vibration reset it into tune.

Let it rise to the head,
gently waking the third eye.

Sweeping up into the crown;
see the light pouring down;
blinding the eyes,
and yet the vision’s clearer than ever.