Ouroboros of Words


The Spiritual Practice of Eating Our Words


 A little scandal
by Marge Piercy in CIRCLES ON THE WATER


The eyes of others
measure and condemn.
The eyes of others are watches
ticking no.
My friend hates you.
Between you I turn and turn
holding my arm as if it were
The air is iron shavings
Faces blink on and off.
Words are heavy.
I carry them back and forth in
my skirt.
They pile up in front of the
Words are bricks that seal the
doors and windows.
Words are shutters on the eyes
and lead gloves on the hands.
The air is a solid block.
We cannot move.


by Rita H. Kowats


I hear my rapid thought-fire
Ricochet off your heart,
Creating a wall of words to
Keep me safe.

Wait for the space
Between the thoughts
Between the words.

God lives
In the Space Between.


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