This Body That You Love so Much

This body that you love so much

will take its turn,

abandoned briefcase,

lost papers, old

sacks of news.

You love its fires, its ears,

and how it moves, it moves,

this body

that you love so much.

It wants sun,

daylight, feet

moving. Music.

Not to be skull

or star.

It hangs on so,

old suit of bones,

on its way to

the final room,

last speck, look

or sun or dust,

this body

its feathers,

old stems and pieces,

what you could give away.

Your dreams, where

they go:  become

a fragment of some story,

an edge of afternoon

in another city.

Then you are wind

maybe, shimmering

in winter, as of

a spool winding

as you begin

hopefully

the long turn

toward light.

—-Barbara Angell

The Pagan religions look at the body in three stages. The maiden, the mother, and the crone or wise women. At a certain stage we much change our lives. I used to hike, camp, play racquetball, cross country ski and dance and dance and dance. As the wheel of life turns, our bodies change in what we can do. And I have also had to change. I blog, and paint, do photography ( been doing this since early 80’s ). I read and cook and have a small but beautiful garden.

Though the body, at some point will begin to hamper your activities. It is important to remember that the corporal  body is just a vessel. Our souls are who we really are and they are never scarred. They are pure white light. The inner landscape is not scarred by the traumas and tragedies we survive in life. Divinity dwells in the inner landscape.

It is who we really, who you are. On the show Inside the Actor’s Studio, James Lipton asks, “‘ If there is a heaven, when you arrive, what would you like to hear?”  I want to hear, “Welcome Home.”  What would you want to hear?