A Prayer to My Body
Dear Body,
You receive my mental imprints of worry,
Squashed into your tissues, fascia, and bone.
And so you structure yourself
Into small and contracted ways because it’s all you’ve ever known.
But some point you tell me you’ve had enough -
Of walls, and amour, and all that defensive stuff.
And so, you ask me to move,
To melt away the rigidity and cold grooves.
The movement starts off tiny, awkward, and unsure.
But then something happens, and you feel open, grounded and secure.
You start to flow and change,
And my mental imprints begin to rearrange.
And is there dear Body,
Where we live in harmony.
This is where we will meet as often as we need,
Until we are free, mind, heart and body embodied.
This poem was inspired during a moment of integrating a number of macro psychedelic and microdosing experiences whereby I connected dance, words, and nature together as a prayer for my body and my own recovery, as well as for the body of the Earth. You can watch the dance piece here.
