SELF-LOVE THROUGH THE BODY

This body, this beautiful bag of skin, flesh and bones,

of DNA, RNA and some junk matter - unknown.

This container I've neglected, instead chose to roam

away from the sanctuary, this warm hearth and home.

I see now that the love I sought, outside of me

could only be found inside, be truly being in my body.

Even after training as a yogi, I still existed outside

of this land of body, mind, spirit; instead chose to hide

From the inner truths buried deep where the traumas reside

under thick layers of distortion, between shame and pride.

Loving me, all of my flaws, mistakes and glowing parts,

has been the homecoming journey, back into my beating heart,

to feel the warmth and wisdom of this wordless inner sun; 

knowing through observance and awareness, I can come undone; 

into smaller fragments of my inners child’s unseen hurts

Through my heart-fields eyes, I recovered dreams under dirt.

The soil of my childhood and all those unwatered seeds, 

that got neglected through survival, no thoughts, words or deeds

were aimed at their growth or given love and light to nourish

I now know Love is a verb, that can grow, breath and flourish

it all starts with the flesh suit of our bodies, our true homes

years spent wasted looking outward on the roads I roamed.

Like a nomad in the desert of my discarded dreams

through nature and nurture, revived by my inner sunbeams.

True love begins and ends with being back in body, mind and soul

not escaping to dark places and endless black holes.

This body, this beautiful bag of flesh, skin and bones

I finally return to my sanctuary, this warm hearth, my home.