Body Consciousness

I have listened to my body for a hundred reasons..in my 28 years of living. But never before have I so feverishly, dedicatedly held on to my body. Held on to it for dear sanity. When the mental world rumbles, one just cannot afford to live in it. There are too many possibilities- some good some good but all equally persistent black holes that suck one's psyche in with all the tempted hypothesisations. In such events, the simple humble body of mine, it is my tripod, my refuge. I watch it breathe, I watch it move, I tell it stories of growing muscles and toning up.. and it holds me strong. Grounded.

My body makes me a tree.