Friday, 24 June 2011

The Ecstasy of the True Beauty of my Mortal Form

I did a beautiful thing last night as I lay waiting to fall asleep: I touched first my shoulder then down my arm and over my hand. I felt their softness, their undulations and the tiny imperfections as I passed over the surface of this vehicle for life, this gift from Mother Earth that houses our soul on this mortal leg of our journey. I felt the pleasure of my hand’s awareness of my whole body, the over-ample and somewhat loose chest and belly, the contours of my face and large nose, the long slope of the lightly furrowed brow, the warmth of my hand on my face and the ecstasy of gratitude for all the excesses my body has endured along the way, the years of heavy smoking, the stress, the drinking, all to cope with what life threw at me.

Then shortly before I fell asleep I felt a deep contentment, a profound love for my body and self and when I awoke and recalled this experience I was again uplifted, so much so that as I went back to my room and saw my partner sat exercising his own body on the bed to perfect its form, I just felt love and kissed him on the lips.

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