look inside your body.
Run along the coiling veins and muscles
like the roots of an ancient tree
twisting and reaching.
Sense the weight of our skin
thick and thin, a dense coat of rubber.
Shifting organs, bag of fluids
tossing like a ship in a storm
full of life
or like machines pumping blood.
Hear death in our joints
a heavy bag of bones
and a house of cards.
Nothing is straight about us.
Or square.
Not much is close to comfortable even.
Yet we believe in an expectation
that happiness is normal,
straight is who we are
and life is organized.
with eyes closed,
look inside the body.
things I noticed while doing Suraag's somatic meditation practise.
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