I fit into my being when I am.

I "do" and
I become aware of the way my neck
tugs on my back,
low in the back
and the lump of
knotted muscle on my neck.

I do differently and
feel differently.
as my legs stretch out before me,
I bend my toes toward my eyes
I feel it in my hips,
upper tibia meeting pelvis
these too have
visceral, muscular
connectivity - All does.

our egos keep us from finding this

seeing while Soaring

above the monotonal
confusion so far below:
witness the civil-ly-ized actions of
homogonized homo sapiens.

Homo in this case perhaps pertaining

to the likening of so many minds to the
minds of few, "wise men",
rather than turn attention
to one's
own reality.

living so deeply inside one's ego,

or in some version of another's,
Aura grit-lined and covered with road salt -
they lurch and curve
at the smoothest ruts
and grooves of their
Karmic Wheel,

driving a body
unknown to them,
unexplored by distracted minds.
Members that should be more limber!

in American it's
Like attempting to drive a
highly specialized vehicle
without reference
to the array of gauges and controls.

What they think of as a fate as they swerve through ever increasing obstacles in an ever
quickening pace, this "Fate" is only that manner in which all our primeval minds attempt
to define order on that which they are part, calling it otherwise a sequence of
probabilities. Merely attempts to articulate that which cannot be articulated. Silly us
humans, we can't objectively comment on something as ubiquitous but also so highly
individual as emotion, let alone attempt to understand that which permeates the vapor
of our thoughts, that which bisects even the most impossibly elementary wiggles of
these cosmic strings.