41. Convey Your Meaning
Maybe it’s unsafe
to say certain things. Maybe
it’s unsafe to assume
everybody owes somebody
something: a slice of
silence, a sincerity.
This oracle entreats you
to confess your heart
to another if not to life.
Wipe the limestone
from your mirrored insides
and look, by listening
to how you address your
self, how you twerk
that throat chakra
in the face of who you
most adore. Has softness
been a struggle place,
Beloved? How intimate
are you with the marshmallow
in your chest that you
have kept safe from
the blaze in your belly?
As you observe the
words sliding
up from chest to
jugular like liquid
in a straw, hear
your utterances with
the ear in your heart,
their dance
of silk and gravel.
Reflect in the energy
you emit and kiss
the wound. Hug
the circumstances
that have led you
to the doorstep
of this expression.
Wherever on the
spectrum of speech
you sit; hug it all.
It is yours to hold.
It is yours to mold,
Release, transmute.
Your heart desires
to purify itself before it leap
frogs from your tongue
into the atmosphere
between you and
another, this world.
Invite out a singular
sincerity, beloved,
and in so doing,
you may, in turn, take
the quantum leap
That your Higher
Self desires, and
requires. Behind
your teeth sits
your jailor or
liberator--you
choose. Self-
trust as you
remember it’s more
than what you’ve
been told; it’s what
you say, and how.
From a sore ego, barbed
words cut like prison
wire. Cold expressions
coat a field of misunderstandings
in its sheet of snow.
Clarity can be
a cruel
kindness.
Everything is
more than it seems.
Get clear.
Gut check
your verbiage.
How do you receive
the sentiments
you issue--quantum
tendrils into the ether?
How would you
digest what you
dish? Need you
infuse the tea of your
tone with the graces
of your heart?
Need you be
Softer with self
to speak
peace pearls to
The situations you
avoid and engage?
Be gentle with you.
Most High knows
the loquacious mind
that chases the tail
of resolutions. The fist
pump in your chest
has ached for answers
you haven’t yet
summoned to the doorstep
of Innerstanding. Ask
a question, if you must
then say the thing if you will.
Your sincerity is
Your superpower is
Your softness.
Let vulnerability be
Your chain mail
If your words must
be your battle ax.
Call in your angels and
enlightened ancestors
to support your conveyance
of underbelly with self-
compassion over pity.
Give your heart the mic.
Don green. Royal blue.
Ground, barefoot
Belly up, in beach sand,
Grass. Acknowledge
the dim, the divine
the dynamism of your
antagonist, holding
up the mirror.
Draw boundaries
For your protection--
without hierarchy.
And take your time
with the shadow’s
medicine realizing
Itself within your vessel
of pure consciousness.
Cultivate clarity like a village,
keeping that mollusk
inside your chest soft
and teachable
as your tongue leaps
from the ivory cage your
Teeth have made of your mouth.
