Your Body

breathes a sigh of relief.

You’re finally paying attention. You’re trying to listen to It but somehow despite being twisted together, stacked on top of each other, inside of you and you inside of It, you don’t speak the same language.

It sounds bumbling and distant and foggy. But you’re trying to learn. It starts by telling you It’s hungry. Maybe way too hungry or maybe only hungry once in a while. But It’s telling you nonetheless. You’re not silencing Its primal screams.

Hunger is ancient and immutable.

Your mind tells you that you’re capable of muting It.

But It will take care of Itself even if that means gnawing away slowly at your heart.

Your intestines.

Your brain.

Your life force, its tendrils coursing steadily through you at first, starts to fray and then crackle out altogether.

The thing is, you don’t hold a candle to Its ability to satisfy Its hunger. But now let’s think of It another way.

She carries you. Every step of life from the moment you were born. She moves with you and through you and filters your perception of the world. You experience the elements through Her.

She’s telling you not to touch the stove or go near the creepy crawly. Most importantly, She tells you how to sustain yourself. How to perpetuate your own existence and make your gentle but firm indentation on matter a bit deeper.

How else can you hope to love the people you love and snuggle the things you snuggle and cry the things you cry and learn the things you learn and burn the things you burn and stand on the things you stand on and build the things you build. You have to be here to do those things.

And so let her tell you how to be here.

She dazzles and and stupefies. She exudes light and warmth and talent and a rich and swirling capacity to feel what others feel. So with all those powers She affords you.

How can you claim that your dimpled thigh and soft belly are anything less than perfect. And precisely, every atom, as it should be.

So yes, She breathes a sigh of relief because you’re paying attention.

Crucially, though, you are feeding Her.