Beloved Body
Let yourself be a home for the Beloved
welcome its sprawled form on your couch cushions
serve it a brew of herbal tea
and let the aroma and steam intertwine
to delight the senses,
to listen to the stories.
Words woven into stories
passed on through generations
generating new threads—
braided here, frayed there
spoken through lines in your hands
when they meet mine
and laugh lines when a word lands
at just the right moment that it stirs
from deep in the belly,
a laugh that rubs balm on the aching
soul, that has borne each story
passed on,
each frayed edge
each thread
woven into the next.
You are a weaver of wisdom,
we weave whirring words
until they pour out as song
or dance or brush strokes.
This is the alchemy of healing
where a wound becomes intertwined
with other threads until they find each other
and create a blanket of woven strands
to wrap you in,
to curl under its warm embrace
and sprawl out on the couch cushions
of the sanctuary that is
the home that is
this body.