My Mind Has A Body
My mind has a body that runs on emotions
Like the streams of blood.
My mind has a body that connects to others
Like the senses of nerves.
My mind has a body that shields itself
Like a blanket of skin: too fragile, too weak.
It sings of harmonies and despise and anxiety
Like the roaring drums of a beating heart.
But,
This little mind of mine has a body that cannot be seen or heard or touched.
It moves like the waves of the endless oceans and cannot be seen like the creases and scars that embodies my skin.
It drifts about in fleeting movements,
Escaping the reflections, the mirrors, the water
For the eyes that help me see all things,
Prove too shallow of a kind to see myself.
And then it dawned on me,
That my mind indeed has a body- a form
That houses my emotions,
My deepest flaws;
My darkest feelings abandoned by my heart:
Too weak, too scared.
So I paint myself a canvas of words
In pursuit of knowing this unknown realm,
That stretches as long as a lonely road
But somehow seems to soothe me within.
I add some trees and the moon and gardens,
That resembles a structure of solid frame.
I then add breeze with the stroke of a line
And let myself catch a breath.
With the splatter of a stream running by
And the ripples of the water beaming light,
I feel a tinging up my skin
Like dew drops dancing on my skin,
Like a gentle breeze from within.
I close my eyes but I see it all
All things transparent but shining colours.
And then, I feel it deep inside.
A fire blazing with flames of emotions,
A tree of thoughts with roots quite deep
And I feel it gently touch my skin,
Almost merging with the mortal self.
My mind has a body that keeps me alive
Not just breathing or a beating heart;
Its an undying volcano inside of me
And I call this body,
My immortal soul.
~ Aditi Murthy
