This Body Too

This Body too:

it’s this body too that awakens, a wisdom of parts that function as a whole, cohesion, and even as we age, grow ill, and eventually die — we are present through every stage, witness and embodied though every point of its existence. We are not removed from the story of the body, not a separate nor higher self that’s somehow greater than our form. The body is soul, the stuff of earth, and stars, particles in trade of infinite lifeforms eons before the blink of this one. To think that we are other and wiser than this is a delusion of belief, a mistaken thought of what we truly are.

bodies, constant in our change.

yet, there is something larger at play here as well, that our true and real body is vaster than imagined, without borders, and that our every cell, each atom present in this existence carries the memory of this reality. What we are now is a pattern, an arrangement of infinitely small parts that come to a specific form, and an energy that attracts and holds it all together. And there are endless patterns, and if somehow we gained perspective of a greater view, we might see that our particular pattern is no more than a design within a swirling change of emptiness and form, life in its primordial essence, energy.

perhaps our present pattern knows this, deep in the memory of cells and atoms, slowly awakening to another shift in form. It’s not death, but a remembering of itself, the shifting of a pattern into the primordial mix of life. Again. And there is always an again, endlessly becoming, arranging, one design lending itself to another. Yet always this energy, the attraction to become, life.

it’s the body too that awakens, aware of its true and shifting nature.

and through death, wiser than we know.

~

Peace, Eric