Body Experience

The body feels a force of dissonance

And dissolution tearing it apart.

How swiftly flown the spirit's golden stance

As if a snow-white dove escaped the heart

And will subservient to death's decree

Slowly succumbed and prayer alone could hold

The cells from spinning towards entropy

And being into chaos crash and fold

Upon itself as a black hole in space.

To leap across the chasm of our pain,

To feel again the subtle rain of grace

And know that Death the helper shall remain

Until the transformation has begun,

The body an expression of the light,

Its form a fluid movement of the One,

Transparent as the day is to the night.