I have come out of a 2-day workshop. I have an yearning to deepen my connection with the body and its resourcefulness. Each day, I feel enamoured by its beauty, intelligence and wisdom.
This poem comes from a well of sadness that embodied knowing does not find its rightful place in therapy & life.
An ode to our body’s wisdom.
Oh, the magical word of body signals,
Tension, aches, heaviness and sometimes a wriggle.
On the inside of this body, a constant sense,
Felt sense – sensation(s) to introspect always a suspense.
Parallelly, its connecting to outer environment,
Exterocepting gathering sensory information; just brilliant.
Biological urge to move and situate the body in space,
To propriocept, sometimes awkwardly and often with grace.
Watching over, inside and in between, not a moment of rest,
Speaking through senses, energy, gestures, arent, we so blessed.
Modern-day curse that distances us from the body
Everything has a place; let it be an auxiliary
How well do you know your body? Make time for it; it’s not at all fuzzy.
Take moment(s) to attend to the heart beating inside Hear the blood traversing through the veins, may all sounds be amplified.
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Musings of an expressive arts therapist, Psychodrama director and Somatic Practitioner 
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