Precious Mouth
My guides woke me last night,
As they often do,
With a vision of my dead body lying on a beautiful polished slab of granite,
Fragrant flowers all around me.
Perhaps a past life?
Or was this my guides making their point as they often do.
In shades of night visions,
I feel,
The mouth of my dead body.
Such a strange space to enter,
Dry and parched,
And then the teaching came.
“Your precious mouth,
Only for fragrant words of soft truth”.
And then my tongue filled with fragrant, pulsing ripples of love light.
Then more words from my guides,
“Listen, listen to the soft, tender tongue truth of God,
Through the Fragrant tongue truth songs,
Of wild coyote,
Of wild wind,
Of wild ocean.
Never, ever again,
Let your precious Jewel tongue,
Flop,
With useless, truth-less words.
Weave your precious tongue within the strings of your heart,
With the strong threads of compassion.
Our Love to your precious, dishonest tongue…