18 Let Sacred Waters Come From Your Mouth as Poetry
February 21, 2022•215 words
i feel that blooming of anxiety in my gut and nerves of my body.
we walk together, you and i. we of the same body, the same universe. the same blood, spirit, earth. join me now.
AS TIME UNWINDS WE WILL WALK CLOSER TOGETHER, TWO BECOMING MORE ONE. OPEN, YES. I INHABIT YOU. THE SOUL IS NOT A SMALL SPACE, IT CAN BE YOUR ENTIRE BODY AND BEYOND, TO THE WORLD'S SOUL.
YOU BEND ON KNEES BEFORE THE WATERS, YOU DRINK AS A CAT DRINKS, THE WATER IS CLEAR AND COLD AND THE SUN RISES IN THE EAST. THIS IS PRAYER IN ACTION. YOU KNEEL BEFORE THE SACRED EARTH, SACRED WATERS, SACRED SUN. AND ACROSS THE HEAVENS THE MOON SETS. THE SACRED MOON.
POEMS ARE THE SOUL'S LANGUAGE. YOU CAN SPEAK POETRY IN EVERYDAY LIFE, WORDS WITH MUSIC, WORDS WITH MEANING, WORDS WITH TRUTH. WORDS WITHOUT SARCASM, DOMINANCE, INJURY.
YOUR WORDS CAN BE BEAUTIFUL AND HEALING. PUT ASIDE YOUR WORDS OF WAR AND PAIN. BRING THE WATERS TO YOUR LIPS, DRINK OF THEM. AND LET THEM COME BACK FROM YOUR MOUTH AS POETRY.
i dream of that, pray for it. my words have been engines of pain for myself and others. let them be a hand on the cheek, a blessing, nourishment.
from: 2021.01.28 thu