Sangha Is All
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When it feels like my body has nothing to give
My body is breathing my lungs.
My body is blinking my eyes and turning my head and moving my fingers.
My body has fingers that can move.
My body is beating my heart and rushing a gallon of blood through my veins using locks and dams and ports.
All that work, and I hear nothing.
Sensations arise in my body, am I listening?
With what ears will I choose to hear?
Always the big brain wants to be the interpreter
With all its accumulated stories and judgments.
They’ve stuck to my body like snowflakes tumbling down a snowy hill
That become weighty and solid and irrelevant,
A frozen death that melts in the spring along with everything else.
Just like always.
When it feels like my body has nothing to give
Can I choose to hear with my infinite mind?
“What do you think your body should be giving,” it will laugh.
copyright © 2025 Laura De Spain
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