Every so often an impulse
Arises to compel a challenge,
A human decides to pause
Takes a breath to observe, itself.
Its body, it heeds its heart-beat
Attempts to hearken its voice,
Perhaps a volition, secretly hidden
Within, a core inhaling the divine,
Its muscles, agile and astute,
Observing contractions, strength enabling
Action, movement, resolving power
Feet rooted to the ground, while
Earthly vibrations insinuate inside
Slowly yet ceaselessly creeping
To dictate a rhythm tickling nerves,
Perceptions, entanglements,
Capturing wounds and pleasures
Heating, relentless rivulets of blood
Pervading corridors intertwined, of life,
Veins where the lymph of all creatures
Flows. A body, partner in crime
Of an essence it encompasses, a spirit
The human strives obstinately to hold
Within as it dreams to flee,
Transcend its material substance
It considers a constriction, though
Not yet as mind, electrical synapses
Igniting ideas, still wills
To acquaint itself with it, grasping
Deciphering an archaic language, music
Notes of mathematical conceptions,
Every so often questioning
Whether it will ever succeed,
Institute the placid bond, harmonic
Becoming whilst an impulse prompts,
A challenge.
[Featured image: Brain body painting by Gesine Marwedel]