El cuerpo es
la ropa
del alma.
El mío es fuera de
moda,
sin tatuajes,
ni "piercings",
ni aretes,
y bastante viejo.
Se hace desgastado
por los márjenes,
pero todavía
se puede
reparar
y remendar.
Me siento
cómodo
en ello.
The body is
the clothing
of the soul.
Mine is out of
style,
no tattoos,
piercings,
or earrings,
and quite
old.
It is getting
frayed
around the
edges,
but can still
be repaired
and patched.
I am
comfortable
in it.
The soul experiences
through the body.
In this great adventure
all body types and
skin colors are
valid, as are
disabilities
and infirmities.
Failure to experience
is malnourishment,
repression of the senses
is starvation
of the soul.
Death of the body
is only another
experience,
as is the birth
that follows--
forever.
25 March 2017