Sometimes I feel like an observer. Sitting comfortably behind my eyes, looking out into the world, marveling at what I see. Other times I’m speaking, and I hear myself, and I wonder if my audience is listening, and if so, what is going on in their heads. Moments like these I am very aware of my body and of my mind, and that they are separate things, joined in a symbiotic relationship. My body controlled by my mind, and my mind making things happen for my body when my body demands it! It’s amazing that the body ages, but the mind grows in experience and knowledge. The body suffering in old age because the mind was ignorant when young, and allowed the body to indulge in unhealthy but enjoyable activities. Will my mind outgrow my body? Will my mind transcend when the body can’t contain it anymore? Where will the mind go when the body dies? Dunno, until that time comes sometimes I am just along for the ride!

My body and me:
In the morning when I wake up I put my body on.
My body puts its clothes on.
Together we step into the world
with me part operator and passenger truth be told

My body and I we are tight.

My body is a fucking shite!
All it wants to do is eat, sleep, fuck and fight!
When others see they think it’s me,
I am here but wrapped by me you see.
Along for the ride and wrestling with the controls to keep things right.

Daily we struggle, my body and I,
seeking balance being fair,
and always worried about our hair.
Moving, using, learning, sharing and changing.
Moved, used, schooled and often misunderstood.

My body and I we are all right!

At the end of the day when all is done, bent, broken or beaten,
I quietly climb into bed, by myself, my body already sleepin.

Resting, preparing, planning and scheming,
because after a night of peace and dreaming,
tomorrow my body and I continue our joining,
living, loving and occasionally screaming.

My body and I we are one,
until it is all said and done.