This is a little existential poetry, hastily written by Kirby Moore on April 20th, 2010.
when meditating, I scan my body, what are the waves I feel?
is it simply awareness perceiving awareness?
sensations move up and down my spine, what is spine?
spine is empty. spine is light. spine is potency. spine is juicy vitality.
when I practice Body Talk on myself, returning to alignment, is emptiness realigning itself?
how can emptiness come out of alignment?
when the bones of skull become tight and Craniosacral adjustment is needed, who is doing the adjusting?
if I notice my digestion acting up (or rather not at all), then time to balance the sphincters (from Visceral Manipulation)
when I reorient the esophageal sphincter, the pyloric, the duodenum junction, etc; are my organs full of emptiness?
are there layers of awareness? are there layers of emptiness? where are they?
I perceive various layers in my viscera and internal organs.
Is there an “I” perceiving organs in the first place? Where is this “I”?
Is all of this merely mind moving through space?
I grin and it is okay.
“And of course, if we are in agreement, then it is time for a nap.” ~quote from Julie Henderson