"Trust the Body", says the Body
What Am I before Language?
What Am I before Sounds?
Before society gave me my name and birthday, what could I possibly Be?
What Am I before the society, family, religion, country, roles, and homework?
What Am I before the little person yells, "MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM"? and for a reason I cannot explain, I jump like I'm on fire to give the thing whatever it's demanding, most of the time without question?
What Am I before the spiritual ideas that someone or something is coming to help and save me from these things I don't understand?
What Am I before the secret hope that I am Special, but not in the "one of a kind" and "unique" way, but in the Maybe I'm Special Above All Way?
What Am I before the idea that there is a energy, entity, or universe that desires me to be good, and puts it's energy into supporting my good doing in the world?
What Am I before I get down on my knees to pray to a god that is not only not taking calls, but there is no phone that rings
I ask, "WHAT THE FUCK AM I?" to the Silence
In the Silence, there is no question
Pre-Sound has no problem
The Silence doesn't ever leave the background of the noise
~There is just Silence~
"I'm just a Body", says the Body out of the Silence
I'm just Breathing, Beating, Thumping away without a question at all
Waiting to Die and Compost
The fate of all living matter, endless recycling
There is no struggle
Born, Live, Die, Rot
To Be with the rest of Death in the Deep Belly Undercarriage of the dirt
Biology is the Great Equalizer of all Living Things
Nothing to Understand, just to Observe
Magnificent and Nothing Special
Just the same
~Aubrey Ixchel