Lyrics

Begin where gravity keeps you.
Before transcendence,
before light—
there is earth.

Mūlādhāra, red beneath me,
rooted where the body knows
that safety is not weakness,
it is where the rising grows.

Svādhiṣṭhāna, orange water,
movement learning how to feel,
desire without possession,
softness without losing will.

Maṇipūra, yellow fire,
heat that turns intention bright,
not control for its own hunger,
but the courage to decide.

Earth.
Water.
Fire.

The body learning
how to rise.

From earth to ether,
from root into the sky,
every layer getting lighter,
every question asking why.

From holding
into flowing,

from fire
into air,

from the weight of being human
to the space
that holds us there.

Anāhata, green and breathing,
air around the guarded heart,
love becoming less possession,
more the courage to stay soft.

Viśuddha, blue and open,
space where truth can find a sound,
not every voice needs volume,
some are clearest when they’re grounded.

Ājñā, indigo seeing,
where perception learns to thin,
not to know the world completely,
but to notice what is looking in.

Earth.
Water.
Fire.
Air.
Space.

Each element
less dense.

Each doorway
more subtle.

From earth to ether,
from root into the sky,
every layer getting lighter,
every question asking why.

From holding
into flowing,

from fire
into air,

from the weight of being human
to the space
that holds us there.

Idā—
moon-current,
cool and inward.

Piṅgalā—
sun-current,
warm and bright.

Crossing through the subtle body,
weaving rhythm into life.

Sushumnā—
quiet center,
not left,
not right,

the line where opposites grow softer
and attention turns to light.

Sahasrāra—
white beyond the elements,
not a place the body leaves,

more a question without language:

what remains
when nothing needs to be believed?

No earth.
No water.

No fire.
No air.

No space to name.

Only stillness
past the symbols,

where awareness
has no frame.

From earth to ether,
from root into the sky,

not abandoning the body,
not escaping what is mine.

Every center
holds a lesson.

Every element
has its place.

The subtle does not cancel matter.

It reveals
another face.

From earth to ether,
from body into light,

not seven rooms to overcome—

seven ways
to read a life.

Mūlādhāra.
Svādhiṣṭhāna.
Maṇipūra.
Anāhata.
Viśuddha.
Ājñā.
Sahasrāra.

Earth.
Water.
Fire.
Air.
Space.

Then silence.