My Original Sin
is disembodiment
through thinking.
Thinking alienates me from Presence,
separates awareness from
its radiance, the body.
But I am redeemed through sacraments
of hearing, tasting, smelling, touching
a sparrow's song, a sip of tea, a scent of bread.
The storm of your fur, sweet animal,
annihilates
my past and future.
Anointed by your fingers
I return to sinless Eden, un-
alienated Earth.
My body is the garden of your breath, flowering
with divine sensations.
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