The Mouth: A Prayer

​Opening the mouth is an act of power.
With one word, worlds are born, while others die.

The soil of the heart
is a good bed
for this power
to be seeded.

The soil of the belly
makes it real,
and draws deep waters
up to feed it.

The sun of the eye
focuses the stroke

and the spaciousness
all around
invites the sprouting

as relaxed excitement

the natural way of growth
and flow.

The mouth 
is a sword
and the mouth
is a megaphone
and the mouth
is a carpet
laid out
for Great Feet
and the mouth
is a shaper
a moulder
a maker
and the mouth is a
note
in a chorus
of notes.

The mouth is a mouth,
fleshy gummy and warm.

​The mouth is a tool
used for good
or for harm.

And how can we know?
What is best
in each breath?

Trust the mouth
when it's tied
to the heart
and the death
of the grasping
at having
and the piercing
to get.

Let the mouth
stand its ground
and cast its 
honeycomb nets
for the sake
of the One
for the sake
of the All
for the sake of the I
that holds me
in its Home.

May this mouth be unhindered
may this mouth be free
from that which would make it believe
it is me,
and may this mouth serve
in each moment
the Love
of this heart
and the Great Heart
in the same
cosmic
flow.

​May this mouth
be a prayer
whether awkward and raw
or graceful, refined
whether loud, fast
or slow,
let the rhythm
come forth,
from the uncertain depths
to find its niche
in the Rhythm
of the Hive's Living Breath.