The wrath of the chakras

The chakras don’t always rise in harmony.
Sometimes, they erupt —
not to destroy, but to clear.
To shake loose what no longer belongs.

This is the fire of inner reckoning.
A force that spins through the layers —
earth, water, flame, breath, space —
demanding presence, not perfection.

It’s not wrath against you,
but for you —
a surge of ancient rhythm reminding the soul
what it came here to become.

Original Painting

Medium : Acrylics on paper

Size - 6x8 inches