Magical.
As you sit quietly,
Flutter your eyes,
Soften your gaze,
Let your fingers move ever so slightly.
You sense your fingers connected with your hands and your hands connected with your mind.
You feel all sensations from inside out.
As you move your fingers,
You experience freeing friction from your mind.
Any angst released.
Any dormant drives unleashed.
Neurons firing.
You feel the energy flow inside your body.
You remember you are a body holder.
You inherited cells in your extraordinary frame.
Bones heaving and compacting through lifetimes.
Your bone marrow replete with profound partitions.
Over 50,
000 blood stem cells stowed away for generations and millennia.
You may say,
I am not responsible for how all this began in my body.
I am not responsible for past transgressions,
The plight of indigenous peoples,
Laborers,
The killing and pillaging.
You may have been barely there when your build was designed.
And here you are,
A present inhabitant of a vessel with soothing rifts and shapely knees and elbows.
You are the successor of your precious body.
Yet you did not create your curved nose or your graceful mouth.
But they belong to you to tend to now.
Unheeded,
Any creaks of your bones and muscles will not heal themselves.
Any DNA will not disappear.
Rather,
You will pass all knowledge on to your descendants.
Your blood,
Your education,
Your influence.
When you inhabit and inherit DNA riddled with cortisol or stress hormones,
You have a choice.
If you adapt to your own idiosyncratic perils lurking within your ancient human design,
The uncomfortable may turn into acquiescence and acquiescence may turn into the opportune.
You may then start believing that unthinkable events of antiquity are normal and you may come to believe that the inexplicable is the way of living.
Instead,
You are invited to truly feel into your sensations,
To uncover the mystery of life and based in your own light.
First,
Tune into your breath.
Focus on the quietness of the body,
A sunk stillness,
Bringing your mind to your belly region.
Feel the way your mind is breathing there,
How the air naturally opens,
Inhale and naturally closes.
Exhale with your full acceptance.
Then you become aware of what surrounds you.
Maybe you are at the doctor's office or at a bus stop.
You ground yourself to the present moment.
You notice the desk or the bus.
You are ready to plunge into the sensations of your body.
What is unobserved?
The foundation within,
Your individual structure,
The collective unconscious,
Encryptions from thousands of years.
You are moving attention to your fingers and hands.
You notice any tingling,
Vibration,
Tension,
A delicate dance.
You are entering into your own existence.
You feel alive.
You turn your attention to your thoughts,
Viewing them as scaffolding,
Your temporary building plans.
Your mind is drawn on water,
Merging in an instant,
Remaining only for a fleeting moment and melting,
Returning to formlessness from whence they arise.
And you move onto your heart,
Allowing vitality to pour into your heart.
You call forth a sense of stillness,
Peace and tenderness.
You become familiar with a sort of straightforward knowing here,
Not observing from the mind or returning into thinking.
You feel alive.
Gateways preciously sealed begin to open.
Now you call forth empathy as you imagine your fingers and hands touching your own heart in the same way your significant other,
Child or pet would touch your heart.
Delicate fondness.
You realize a breeze passes through you,
Ashes of generations blown up.
You sense as though you have just dipped into a bath,
Basting in your magical body.
