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Balancing Your Chakras through Poetry

The seven chakras are the centers in our bodies in which energy flows through. They run down the body’s midline from the base of the spine to the top of the head. 

Although you have probably heard the word associated with yoga or meditation, it has ancient roots, dating back to the B.C. era in India. “Chakra” is Sanskrit for “wheel,” which serves as a hint to the chakras’ reputation for keeping the body and the mind running smoothly.

As energy moves through us, these chakras are thought to act as gatekeepers for their respective areas. When running smoothly, energy and vitality can flow freely to where it is most needed. When a chakra is blocked, though, energy can get stuck and manifests as discomfort.

Poetry, as we know, can be healing and meditative, transformative and rejuvenating. Reciting poetry out loud can act as a type of meditation practice to keep the mind and body feeling centered. 

Therefore, here is a little information on each chakra accompanied by a poem for you to use while seeking to understand and balance your chakras. 

 

Root Chakra

The first chakra, the root chakra is located at the base of the spine. It relates to our foundations and basic needs and is represented by the color red. 

If you are someone who is constantly traveling without a home base, lacking financial security, or disconnected to your family, you might want to pay some extra attention to this chakra. 

 

Poem for remembering your roots 

Remember the sky that you were born under,

know each of the star’s stories.

Remember the moon, know who she is.

Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the

strongest point of time. Remember sundown

and the giving away to night.

Remember your birth, how your mother struggled

to give you form and breath. You are evidence of

her life, and her mother’s, and hers.

Remember your father. He is your life, also.

Remember the earth whose skin you are:

red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth

brown earth, we are earth.

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their

tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,

listen to them. They are alive poems.

Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the

origin of this universe.

Remember you are all people and all people

are you.

Remember you are this universe and this

universe is you. 

Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.

Remember language comes from this.

Remember the dance language is, that life is.

Remember.

Joy Harjo 

 

Sacral Chakra

The sacral chakra, located in the lower abdomen, is all about connecting to others and accepting change. It also relates to pleasure, passion, and sexual energy. Guilt about sex, trauma, abuse, or judgment of your creativity or your physical body are some reasons this chakra stays blocked. 

Poem to remember to love your body 

today i’m grateful for this body 

how it still carries me after everything 

i put it through 

this is the love i’ve been looking for 

and it’s been here inside me all along 

Ava 

 

Solar Plexus Chakra

Represented by the color yellow, the solar plexus chakra governs self-confidence. Located in the upper abdomen, if its energy is excessive, you may feel like you need to show off or control others. If its energy is blocked, you may feel shy and insecure. 

 

Poem for remembering you are enough 

if you are broken 

and they have left you 

do not question 

whether you were 

enough 

the problem was 

you were so enough 

they were not able to carry it 

Rupi Kaur 

Heart Chakra

As the name suggests, the heart chakra relates to how we process emotion and show love. The middle chakra connects our lower chakras—that are more about physical energy and relationships—to our upper chakras, which relate more to the head and spirit. The energy of love, joy, and inner peace are associated with this green chakra. 

 

Poem for inner peace 

Where newborn pieties spark and strike

I will make my peace as a low bulb

burnt into a dent of snow. A cloth to keep me

from seeping. Light crumpled over a hole.

—Joan Houlihan

Read full poem here 

Throat Chakra

When the blue throat chakra is out of balance, it often means we are not honoring or speaking our truth. The block can also come when we are silenced in our lives. 

Often times, in order to strengthen our throat chakra, we must address our emotions, creativity, and sexuality in the ways that the sacral chakra governs. Like a wheel, all our points of energy are affected by one another. 

 

Poem for finding your voice 

When you take a stand and say what you choose, 

Without hesitation, or being confused, 

Not holding a fear of what others may say, 

But to say what you mean in every way, 

It liberates your soul, by setting you free, 

No longer a prisoner of insecurity, 

But a teacher to others who sometimes hold back, 

By seeing in you the strength that they lack, 

Releases their fears and doubts that they hold, 

And helps them now see its ok to speak bold, 

Just do it with dignity, kindness, and love, 

Give all of your fears to our friends up above, 

Don’t compromise yourself to collude with the rest, 

Speak truth in your words and remain at your best, 

If others don’t like the control that they lack, 

Because of your strength to speak truth and talk back, 

Let that be their issue, don’t lose who you are, 

Keep making that stand and you’re sure to go far.

We all have the right to express our beliefs, 

Our ideas, opinions, happiness, and grief, 

But we must allow others to do just the same, 

Respect them and their wishes without drama and pain.

To allow them to shame you or belittle your voice, 

Says “it’s ok I don’t mind” like you don’t have a choice, 

And the more you keep quiet, the more they control, 

Giving up who YOU are so that they can feel whole.

It just doesn’t make sense to allow this to be, 

I’m no better than you, but you’re no better than me.

So keep trying hard to find that strength deep within, 

And Let old habits go, so new ones can begin.

—Gaia Rose

 

Third-Eye Chakra

Our third-eye chakra represents intuition and the ability to see beyond what lies on the surface, the big picture. It also affects our intuition, imagination, and wisdom. Located between the eyebrows, this chakra is said to be blocked when you feel intense anxiety or overwhelm about the future. 

 

Poem for connecting to your intuition

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You’ll know it-as you know ’tis Noon-

By Glory-

As you do the Sun-

By Glory-

As you will in Heaven-

Know God the Father-and the Son.

By intuition, Mightiest Things

Assert themselves-and not by terms-

“I’m Midnight”-need the Midnight say-

“I’m Sunrise”-Need the Majesty?

Omnipotence-had not a Tongue-

His listp-is Lightning-and the Sun-

His Conversation-with the Sea-

“How shall you know”?

Consult your Eye!

— Emily Dickenson 

Crown Chakra

Represented by the color purple, the crown chakra is located at the top of the head and is the gateway to higher consciousness. Our inner and outer beauty, connection to spirituality, and feeling of pure bliss are emotions and perceptions that we feel and deal with when connecting with this chakra. 

 

Poem for remembering your own resilience

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

— Maya Angelou 

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