The deep earth speaks to me in tongues of fire, songs of burning
I enter through the door of my body
my umbilicus yearns for Mother
Matter
Mama
Madre
Arrive barefooted at the threshold of my skin
and the world inside me spills through my eyes
eager for the exterior
the two tiny doors unable to contain the sea of my being
The body is the door
joy swells up
The mind loves its stories and convolutions
but the body requires no elaborations, borders or definitions
It opens or closes with such simplicity
Noise is only of the mind
who we should love or what we should sing, speak
the body never lies
with its clear expansion
or tightening back in its edges
the mind is always fooled by the appearance of truth
caught in hypnotic tongues of promise and poetry
claims to greatness of some sort
So enter through the door of your body
where you know what you know and do not turn away from it
where loss meets its finding
where your old suffering has served to awaken you
to a love so sure of itself and immutable
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“You are a child of fire and water,
the strength to be the storm
and to carry it is within you
So storm, she says
And I will carry your every drop
The body is a continent
But may your heart always remain the sea”
(P. Reddy, Remain The Sea)
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