All i have is this body
Within which i run, i hop, i struggle, i hide, i play, i stay quiet, i wait.
Inside, so many things roll, turn, twist
Inside so many things happens, some in mysterious way. The ways the woods are engorged in the silence of the faint early morning light.
As, moments pure as a prayer, connects to the wholeness to Life. To existence, to the emanating beauty, to memories of having glimpsed into some kind of heaven.
Witnessing, witnessing as learning, witnessing something coil metaphysically out of me, out of the body, and goes quietly through the stillness of things, to watch and greet other kind of silences, silences of the flowers, of the leaves and creepers, of the clouds, of the water in the pond, carefully, not to disturb the dragonflies, the ants, the frogs, the fields.
Then, it returns and settles inside my body again, feeling the freshness of all it has visited.
It trickles into the blood in my veins givingan understanding, of how, for a moment Whatever surrounded me was also me.this body, so inseparable to something so larger, so large tgat the universe could only be so small, so large, i cannot see its end.
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