Awake to the Ineffable: Some Would Call It Kundalini

For I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 
In my downsitting and my uprising I am known, 
my thought understood from afar. From Psalms 139 

Out of sleep 
Levitation 
Stirrups of light 
Palms aglow 
Like hands and feet of Christ 
Pierced with resurrection 
Tingling afresh with awakening 
Pulsing with the access of sleep 
The return of goods 
Another lifetime holds 
No body extant 
No head shoulders knees toes 
Only arches and fingerless cups 
Of warmth passing understanding 
Weightless tokens from there to here.