Dear Body,



I brush my hand along, my skin smooth and warm.

Blood pumping, feeling the energy moving through.

Mother life kisses my being - with every breath, every beat, softly flowing.

Beholden for my heart, my head, all these things hold me inside.

A delightful place to sit as I enjoy the ride of living.

This temporary fleshy costume over an unimaginable shine.

Dear body, I thank you for your beauty.

I honor the scars upon you, for you held it all together.

I admire your imperfections for simply existing, with not a worry for how they are viewed.

Intimately I feel this body. Not with my hands or with yours.

But with the power of connection, to what's above and what's below.