Impulse 27: Our Body
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A poem about our soul's taxi. |
We know our cars and cell phones better than our body.
But it, too, wants to be loved and to not only have to function.
If we had to pay installments for it like we do for our cars,
we would possibly take better care of it.
Our body wants to be protected from things, that are harmful to him.
It does not want to be plagued for the purpose of beauty or tradition, for it was created in perfection.
Everything that it has, has a certain function. Nothing was fitted in vain or glued on by chance.
It does not want to get substances which it cannot process or which make it ill.
Mother Earth has everything that keeps it healthy and which definitely makes it healthy, too.
Our body wants to have what is good for it discovered. It wants to laugh and to have joy.
It does not want to have to look good on the outside and to grow mildew inside.
It does not want to be vaccinated, if only one part does not work well, but all the others do.
It wants to indulge in love in all it's aspects and dive into moments of peace and of being.
For it does not want to be filled up with heaps of information it can't do anything with.
It regrets that we would do anything for a new job, but physical love should function automatically,
although we do not know what it likes and what it dislikes.
It wants to be touched in a beneficial and healing way, for the soul, too,
is touched in its gentleness by mindfulness. And:
No matter what our body looks like or what an illness or an accident had done to it:
Each soul is lovable.
If we had to pay installments for it like we do for our cars,
we would possibly take better care of it.
Our body wants to be protected from things, that are harmful to him.
It does not want to be plagued for the purpose of beauty or tradition, for it was created in perfection.
Everything that it has, has a certain function. Nothing was fitted in vain or glued on by chance.
It does not want to get substances which it cannot process or which make it ill.
Mother Earth has everything that keeps it healthy and which definitely makes it healthy, too.
Our body wants to have what is good for it discovered. It wants to laugh and to have joy.
It does not want to have to look good on the outside and to grow mildew inside.
It does not want to be vaccinated, if only one part does not work well, but all the others do.
It wants to indulge in love in all it's aspects and dive into moments of peace and of being.
For it does not want to be filled up with heaps of information it can't do anything with.
It regrets that we would do anything for a new job, but physical love should function automatically,
although we do not know what it likes and what it dislikes.
It wants to be touched in a beneficial and healing way, for the soul, too,
is touched in its gentleness by mindfulness. And:
No matter what our body looks like or what an illness or an accident had done to it:
Each soul is lovable.