Chapter 5: Word Bath
Word bath
My skin is layered with regrets and confusion
Dry and caked with self-loathing illusion
Profusely deluded,
I step into the awakening waters of a word bath Submerging myself in the soothing warmth
of cleverly crafted concoctions
of redeeming proportions
Self-contained in notions
Capturing with lettered lassos
my undiscovered emotions.
Through hoops of spiraling and spirited motives Resourcefully intended to emotively motivate me
To contemplate and concentrate
I elevate to new levels of creativity
Out of needled pens,
threads of ink link scattered thoughts
Just on the brink of being realized
Sowing together the loose ends
of my forgotten serenity
Did I mean sanity?
Maybe it was the clarity of the sound waves
Drawing out vibratory constellations
Aligning within my mind the stars that I have been Consciously, and unconsciously
Projecting outwards into the skies
Painting hopelessly into wandering lover’s eyes
Only now beginning to hear the reverberations
Of their misleading lies
In the development of the minds eye’s internal structure A foundation for the forming of the
highest rises still to come
These electromagnetic bowties
decorate the lights formally channeled pathways
Into the fanciest elaborations of her spirit
Nameless to those who seek to contain her with words She spins the web of silken song
Through which unseen magic travels along
Clearly defined lines,
limericks and rhymes
Predesigned microchips of ancient wisdoms signs
These symbolic seeds of sacred sound
Planted into the womb of my imagination
Patiently wait as I become the ground
From which they will soon
sprout their profound flowers of
Illumination
And as the jewel of the lotus unfurls infinitely inward
I am nourished by the cleansing waters
of courageous poets obsessions
Who continue to track the evolution
of earths symphonic progression
The legacy of moonlit nights’
illuminating breathtaking beauty
Is refining itself slowly
Clearing way of laden songs
Sung to mend the wounds of my empty heart
Still echoing the cries
of her unrequited love
Ahh…… such calming waters
Analysis and Practice
At this juncture of the journey, the heart has found its heart song, its hearts expression, the key to the unfolding and wisom distillation. In my own journey, I wrote this poem, one of many which helped to unpack and integrate through words, speech and prose the process I had been exploring. I had been mostly focused on healing heart pain, and allowing the practice of creative writing to wash over my consciousness as a way to ease this ache.
When I think of the girl on a journey, I imagine her just after singing her heart song to the full moon. As the moon is setting, and she is reflecting on the journey thus far, she is able for the first time put into words and understand the way her speech had been crafting her experience. At this point, she took the power of her own speech and words into account, and began practicing shifting her speech paradigm.
Some of the ways I have found extremely useful in shifting my own speech paradigm have been to consider several approaches. I have found these practices to help with all of my relationships, and anchor into a deeper truth and expression than I had felt before.
One of these practices is that I considered the following worksheet
Evaluations Masquerading as Feelings
I also began making a practice of speaking in a way that was
Truthful
Kind
Necessary
In a way that brought people together
It began a process of seeing every word I spoke as a magic seed that planted in my own consciousness, spinning out the world I was seeing. If i didn't like what I was seeing, It was likely due to something I was saying (through my words to others, through my thoughts to my self, and through my actions). Body speech and mind became a huge focus, and through this, worlds shifted.
More to come about this precious throat chakra, and coming into the beauty of our speech!
Journaling considerations:
What is my unique heart song?
What is my unique truth?
What is holding me back from speaking in my truth?
Am I afraid to share certain things with people? why?
how have I manipulated speech in the past? What was the outcome? How did it feel?