the uneven rhythm bothers me. Someone has said that poetry is no longer pronounced - it is only looked at. So a quick glance at something written in groups of lines of four may appear to be a poem.

Try this, out loud: 'Im sick'n tired of my tie-dye-lies

Lies where the colours seem to merge with truth ...'

My imagination now goes to the actual process of tie -dying and how it involves twisting and crushing and compressing and binding fabric in a very tight constraint and hardly ever opens out to a pleasing design being so random and accidental. At this point I would write lists of words evoked by that memory from which to choose ones which have suitable rhythm, image etc.

The rich rhyming of 'confusion' and 'infusion' are the sort of thing hip-hop people use but I feel they work better if you don't have them in close proximity. so more words are needed here.

Then the question of 'voice' to whom are we speaking? Is it the Sahaja Yogis who will know words like Mooladhara. Now it becomes a prayer to Mother which is a different tone- reflective - private unlike the first exclamatory chorus. Maybe there are two poems here?

''It begins and ends with a clear Mooladhara

Let me see the Truth through Holy Eyes"

has a satisfying rhythm.

the following verse is a firm assertive declaration (and in rhythm) for two lines

'Sat, Chit Andanda begins with Truth

Followed by Awareness and Bliss'

and then the following tone is pleading.

How about

'Mother, I am becoming that Truth'

'In tune with the rhythm of the Earth Herself'

In the final verse, I would leave out the reference to the Bard and let people take it as a silent homage to him if they wish. Or maybe a quotation with a footnote for visual readers:

"For - 'The Earth has music for those who listen'

(I pray) may that Truth in me be Christened

By the music of the (Great)Mother Earth.'