Surprise My Body
Surprise My Body
I sometimes wonder how many more surprises are left for my body.
I must have inhabited every fibre of it.
I have stretched and pushed, contracted and expanded.
I have let steam trains traverse all my veins and stillness sweep me into exquisite depths of pleasure.
Fingers and machines have held muscular and bony points till they have been acupressured to reveal the essential energetic fire of my cells that run blue ice.
Gentle touch has raised each soft hair on my contours.
I have let the dark roots of the giant Oak grow in slow yet exaggerated space from my feet to the spindle twigs of my fingers. Oaks are dense with time. The Oak of my being hold memories and images that my grandchildrens children will delight in as they toehold and scrabble up my heights.
I have taken the Nape of my neck on its own solo dance. Napes never get to dance alone. Everything wants to come along for the ride. It takes the most present loving connection to only take the nape through a tango. You have to go inside and lead from the centre of your axis. In the end you fall in a heap and let the pressure of the air curl into the nape crevice and have its sensitive play. The Nape is the Grand Canyon playground if you venture there.
It’s an epic to tell the stories of where my body has been. There are volumes and parts within the volumes. A certain focus and the page opens to the next underlined portion and I am revisiting that place and that scene.
I am happy in the realization of my body.
I offer myself as a place of rest and recreation for the Divine.
My body feels enough to realize any spiritual height or depth. The part of me that is not my body has never disconnected from the part that is. Even when I die I feel the essential energy of Godbody as my own being.
I wonder if that makes me insane. I feel blasphemous in the saying of it. There is much talk of ascension and I’m scared that means my body doesn’t come along. And that would mean leaving the volumes and the grandchildren behind. That is where my love lies. I can’t ascend without my love.
And so I am here, now, stubbornly rooted to the earth in some possible cycle of suffering for my pleasure…God, why’d ya have to feel so good and then so bad and then so good……
Maybe it all ends when there are no more surprises and this delightful childhood ends. I could be burning upward towards eternal resurrection and just haven’t got to that part yet.
While here, now, the nape is enough.
I do, I will, I shall
dance the nape dance
till death do us part