In this blog there is a particular thing I’ve observed in my life. It came to my mid recently as I have been studying about life. Here I dare to share with you.
It is fascinating to see how, as my body and I get older, we seem to be more and more going our separate ways in purpose and desires. It might seem strange for you to read how I regard myself and my body as two different things, but you know what – we are!
I am in my early sixties, yet full of beans and feeling the same as I did as a teenager (as I’m sure you sometimes do too). I have a lot of life to live and many plans to carry out – not least the writing of my poetry books.
On the other hand, my body is doing what all bodies do: having been born from a seed, it grew strongly, held onto its energy levels, but now all too soon it is using the last quarter of its life to gradually wear out and finally stop working. Yet, I am no ready to stop working, I still have life and energy!
I feel in the early years of life we are closest to out bodies, both full of life. As the years pass though, it is the body that is losing life, not me. From a young age to the very old our thoughts, although constantly changing do not age. This is interesting, because they do change, as out views and priorities do, but they don’t age or deteriorate.
So what do we do once our body calls it a day? I believe we live on… I find the subject very interesting and have written some poems about it. In fact, that’s the thinking behind the title of my first book of poems “It’s a Funny Thing, Life“.
So there you have it, that’s my two cents on the subject. Remember you are always welcome to write me on markklosswriter@outlook.com
Here is one of the poems I wrote on the subject:
I do not have a soul
No, I am the soul.
I am not my body
Or mechanical doll.
No heaven or hell
When this body stops.
This meat, this soft flesh
This deceptive shell.
I am not the knee
Nor am I the brain.
I am fire behind
The eyes that you see.
Not the dusty remains
Left in a grey box.
I am the hope that shines
And all life contains.
I am as different to you
As you are to her.
Yes, care for your body
But it’s you that shines through.
We are spirits not brains;
We are water not cup.
We produce heaven’s breath;
We are the driver not the train.
