"Until you make the subconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate."-- Carl Jung

I am not

I am not my body
I am not the texture
Temperature
Smell
Sound
Or color of my body

I am the vibration
The frequency
The intangible
The knowing unknown

The depth of my glare as I stare into your eyes
That is where you will find me
The story that comes from my mouth
Will not paint a picture of my essence
For truth is wordless
And indescribable
But tell me a story anyway
And let me tint yours ear with enchanting poetry

Touch me and I will be touched
Love me as I am love
Hold me as I am ungraspable
Witness me while you may

Laugh with me at the paradox of reality's unreality

To ascend from thought
I choose to descend into the body
To live
To appreciate
To find pleasure
Humor
And desire in the grit
And shadows of the experience

The body is wondrous creation of the mind's play at large
Oh how I amuse myself through the charming nature of my tangible existence
Behold my deepest dreamer
Your lucidity awaits