"Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age."
~William Blake
The practice of softening
your perception
softens the world.
Anoint the earth
with the kinesthetic dew
of eyes, ears, nostrils, tongue.
Redeem creation by tasting it,
but in very small sips,
until your skin becomes the sky,
your eyes the sun and moon,
nostrils caves into the underworld
where musk is stored.
Make your ears empty conch shells
filled with oceans of silence,
your tongue a river of delicious songs
flowing from grief's dark spring.
What were you grieving?
The loss of all paths but love,
Love, your only work now.
Soften your caress
and you will even touch
the stars, teardrops unshed,
the sweet unborn, the dead,
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