Touch yourself.
Here.
There.
But not necessarily with erotic intent.
Touch
to
Connect.
This is your reminder to notice your body,
the skin you are in,
flesh,
bones,
blood,
Breath!
Come
down
for
a moment
or more
and
rest.
Some say our bodies are homes for our souls,
temples,
but perhaps it is that our souls are enfleshed.
A blessed bonding.
Feel the air fill your lungs and raise your belly.
Did you know your whole body can breathe?
From our lips,
through our throats,
and into our lungs…
Yes.
And also our skin,
and the yawning mouths of our yoni.
Did you know if you cover a body completely in paint it will suffocate?
A clear patch must be left.
Did you know that when you look at an ex-ray the channel of our cervix,
that curve of our cervical spine,
our mouth,
our pelvic bowl
are all shaped the same?
Did you know?
There is pattern, an order, comforting and predictable.
As
above
so
below.
As
without
so
within
Did you know your tailbone is a floating joint?
A pendulum of sorts.
Or an anchor,
a tether to ground us in cosmic seas
Did you know your brain, your heart, and your guts can think?
Thinking is not just thoughts from our head.
It is belly-born wisdom—instincts.
Did you know your foot and your forearm are the same length?
And your height and your wingspan.
You are designed walk with honor.
We
are
meant
to
soar!
But also
to
float
and
even
to
sink.
There is rhythm and sequence emerging through chaos.
And
a chaos that tips
the best laid plans.
Can a cock breathe?
I
imagine
so
and
so
I
imagine
Anything that emits life,
anything that connects to life (in one way or another) must
Breathe!
And breathe we must with these blessed bodies.
Maybe the soul is our breath,
an inhale creates tension at birth,
an inhale that holds life taught,
squirming within us all of our days
Rhythmically moving
until
that
final
gasp.
And then…
That
breath
sails
free!
Breath leaves the flesh it has held in exquisite electric tension.
The nerves slowly cease to tingle yet (if left to be),
the hair and nails continue to grow
and maybe we watch from somewhere,
but maybe we fade.
The light that animated those orbs of many colors flickers in finality,
but not.
Not
final,
certainly
not.
It yes flickers, then glows.
Light leaps into the hearts of those who have cherished that soulless suit,
that meat puppet,
(as I once called them),
those bodies
we, us—humans.
We who seek (through spiritual philosophy) for the right questions to ask,
we find all the answers can,
and
(on occasion)
get rather lost in our heads.
We get rather heady about being in bodies,
but
Let’s not forget the tingle.
Let's not denounce our tears,
Let us never trivialize a giggle,
the act of love,
the art feeding,
feeling,
and
fucking.
Let us embrace the vulgar—the common,
the ground we walk on,
the food we eat,
the hands we hold,
the tears we wipe,
the dishes we wash,
and gardens we tend.
Let us tear
and
crack
and
mend
and
mend.
Let us be here
alone
and
together,
together
and
alone.
These bones, these songs, these hearts, these hands, and feet and hurts and hope
And
Let us topple ivory towers that belittle the small stuff.
Because it’s all small stuff.
In
the
end.
And there is no end.
~Justice Bartlett
Image: Matteo Vistocco
To learn more about Justice Bartlett’s healing and mentoring work visit www.bedheadmystic.com