The Body Book

The Body Book

Bodies
Bode evil  when thought about too much.
Beautiful when free to flow
Oblivious of gaze or touch.

Fluidity in motion suppleness in connnections....all
Bodies are beautiful but
spoiled in  self absorption.

Some people are angular lines
Of agitation. .
The same can be gracefully agile...
It's not a matter of perception.

Confident in  carriage gravity knows it pull
Heavy dependencies on personal projections
Will render you a fool.

Sluggish sloth lugging itself around
Can be a bouncing beach ball
If you take a breath  to think
Life is a light wink you return
Not tears to hold back and blink.

Colorful buoyancy upon the waves  of  life
Its in floating like a flower
To sink like a stone
Would be a shame,
Exercise your  power.

It's in that smile in your eyes,
Laughter in your tone,
Wrestle joy! squeeze it out of
Struggles,
Feel it
to the bone.

To  be honest,
Projection bends its rays,
Shows allegiance to cultural mores
And vision receptors react  the  same way,
They're rather selective doors.

Which is why your beauty meets
No eye equally
Which means you just have to exhale away the sighs
A tad wilfully. ..
Pfft.....
And wave away discontent and dismay.
We're all daisies and for
Far too short a day.

So deftly defy don't deny,
the prejudice you   meet.
Bend with the wind and arise
Like a graceful stalk of wheat.

You're so beautiful
You're a soothing smile
You're a simple person
a woman without guile.

You can be a pretty mask
But if you look at the mirror
and just happen to ask,
Which face of yours do you adore the most,
And which body?
The one that works for you so tirelessly
Or the one you need to pamper
At tremendous cost
Amounting almost,
to treating it like the Holy Ghost?

How about giving ourselves a decent treat
Let us somewhere halfway meet
Between fragility's siren call and plain utility
Lies a certain beauty
Which is without futility.

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