Being Alive

Aren’t our bodies the amazing external shelter

Of the fascinating machinery

That makes the true existence of the psyche possible? 

Without this body, this “me”

You cannot know or share any of my thoughts 

And that would be the tragedy at hand, soon enough;

So thus,

As long as my mind is held in this body

I will love it and feed it 

And take it on walks 

And give it warm baths

And tuck it to bed cozy 

And I hope you can do the same

In your own safe housing of your soul

So I can hear your sacred thoughts as well, 

That only you can speak.