Scars in my body
My physical body is teaching me
The patterns of holding within I see
The old behaviours of humans torn
Becoming in me patterns worn
Resurrected by the outer view
I notice the movement in my body too
Understand the old ways of others
Deeply etched in my body smothered
Ingrained in feelings pushed down inside
Forming patterns in my body fried
By hot and cold of emotional scars
Deeply felt inside my heart
My emotional body now showing me
There is no going back to this place I see
In others moving back to home
I am reminded through my body as they roam
Sensing, feeling the others pain, others fears
The pressure framed
Within their bodies, no longer mine
I understand that it is simply time
To recognise and reach into parts
Of my body hurting physically hard
From years of battles in others pain
My body now shows me where I frame
Where I now am healing through my repair
Of my body no longer forging tears
Of others harm and hurtful ways
I simply recognise this outer sway
Then I look deep inside
Find the path to heal this divide
Move my body into shape
Feed it what it lacks to make
Make it whole and complete as one
With my mind and spiritual sun
So now I see what cursed this space
I now see every trace
That moves in parts inside of me
I recognise and let this be
A point of knowing how to fully heal
This body broken by those that steal
Steal and project endlessly
Into the depth of my body
That feels so deeply
In clarity I can let this go
To allow this body to simply know
How to heal and never take on
The pain of others in their sun
This mind and body spirit knows
The fullness of itself to flow
This body mind and spirit gains
In the face of others in their strain.
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“God’s one and only voice are Silence.” ~ Herman Melville
Man has learned how to challenge both Nature and art to become the incitements to vice! His very cups he has delighted to engrave with libidinous subjects, and he takes pleasure in drinking from vessels of obscene form! Pliny the Elder
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