The Body and I

There are some days when I look at the body and I have this strange but intense feeling that it is something not related to me as if it was a separate entity that happens to be reflected in the mirror. As a consequence, the mere reflection puzzles me because it seems like a cinema screen, and the body is in that scenery, and it is playing its role, and I am watching it, and it feels disconnected.

Yet, even though this detached thought is clear and vivid, I also have a profound sense of gratitude when I look at it as if I was looking at something that is so intimately part of me as a beloved person, or an inspiring poem, or a place that reoriented my journey, or a song that my heart sings when it needs something to lift me up or a temple where my soul simply calms itself and relishes in the peacefulness of the moment.

There are many of these days where the body and I seem to be definitely two separate entities, but, somehow, we always return to one another and rejoice in the meeting, perhaps because we both know that, someday, the inevitable separation will happen and make the constant feelings become a beautiful reality where the body will perish, but I’ll remain.

Bodyless. Detached. Free.

How to cite this Thought:

Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. The Body and I.