The Gift of Life
Every cell of your body
Be that song.
Be here now.
[received at 2:20am on 26 December, 2011]
This is not just a poem filled with wishful thinking. It is a lame attempt to put into words my felt experience on awakening in the middle of the night, floating in a pool of physical ecstasy. No wonder we worship. No wonder we rejoice. Despite myriad difficulties. Our entire being IS worship. Not imagined. Real. The very nature of the physical cells that make our bodies.
None of this is metaphor. Your body is over half water. Salt water. You are an ocean. Swimming in that ocean are your living cells, directed by your consciousness in singing your life's divine symphony.
Listen. Feel. YOU are what you seek.