are you present,
here and now
in this flesh and blood,
bone and sinew
existence?
Are you earthed and earthy,
conscious of your breath
living really living,
touching feeling
seeing, hurting,
loving, this
pain and pleasured
life...
are you present,
really here?
Picture, seasons turn. ( mine)
This poem sprang from a conversation with my neighbour yesterday about our discomfort with our bodies and the ability to live as if they don't really matter. She had discovered a breast lump and has undergone treatment and been pronounced clear all within the space of weeks. She was talking about how so many of her friends do not even check their bodies, living as if they are not really there. She made me think!
