Embody

i am silent

because 

only felt pulses live 

in the dark sensations of

what “knowing” actually is:

a brief, ephemeral glimpse of

a much grander scheme 

that has open ends.  

EMBODIMENT is fresh and full, 

more like a river or a lake with edges that wax and wane

responding to changes in environment.

It’s not a face, nor a definition: not an identity. 

‘Knowing’ is not loud, screaming, underlined. 

Not out-lined in bold, 

dot-pointed, close-toed

tight-lipped, buttoned, scheduled. Clipboard authority. 

But it’s still precise

It’s a silent holding of temperature and form,

a collection of discrete matter. You sense its presence,

because you are also

presence. 

(…and that is the only real reason)

How it formed is not important

nor does “Why does it live and die?” 

It is eternal, I am.

‘Embodiment’ pulses, like an electron—

almost not there, but here, full, open, and pregnant with an observed breath. 

I am silent because of this. 

13 thoughts on “Embody

  1. That which is known in the depths, in the “bones” (colloquially speaking) of your being, and which transcends the thought processes of the organic brain.

    You know it because you feel it. And no rationalising is sufficient to justify or deny it.

    You feel it. too deep for words, too embedded for the limited joy or sorrow of one, earthly life.

    You feel it…

  2. This is way beyond beautiful. It’s breathtakingly grand. What a stupendous, stunning piece of writing you have done here .. the soul of writing. It’s like you showed us the soul of poetic fantasy told in elegantly crafted words embraced with eloquence.. every word is a masterpiece of art.. wisdom told in a poignant, moving way ..😘♥️❤️.. you , the sister of my soul have outdone yourself with this.

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