The tongue is made of truth and flame.
On it dance the triple fires of spirit, body, soul.

Trace this dance from the depths of your core,
Rising upward through the crown of your being.
Every offering of breath and food
Feeds this holy flame.

Touch the tip of the tongue
To the roof of the mouth, lightly.
Inquire into the luminosity above.
Breathe out with a quiet h a a a a a.

You are an altar to the flame of life.
Throw yourself into the throbbing intensity.
Become this dance,
Absorbed in radiant splendor.

Roche, Lorin. The Radiance Sutras: 112 Gateways to the Yoga of Wonder and Delight. United States, Sounds True, 2014.

Why I chose this poem

Not a poem, Dr. Roche says, but yes, it sounds like one. It's here as part of the morning memory project.