The Library of the Body
The library of the body is a revelation.
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Today I pull out the book of grief
and find one hundred chapters.
There is the chapter on letting go~
where brilliant leaves,
tumble down the branches
of the page, veins lined in gold.
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The book of rage comes next.
Rage at the song we could not sing.
Rage at the father who broke our spirit.
Rage at the lover who left us on our knees.
Rage at the god who would not lift us easily
above the rough waters of this world.
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This book laughs—throaty and guttural—
and then begins to weep. For such losses
are not to simply be cast off and forgotten.
Here you light a candle as you read
and burn each page as you go on.
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Then there is the book of joy.
This book has no words.
This book simply pours
moonlight across your skin.
This book sprouts roses
when you are not looking.
And when you have finished every volume,
the whole of the library unfolds itself
into a trembling forest, and each book
becomes a gleaming apple on the tree of life
that whispers—eat, taste, nourish.
Reflections:
~What stories and images live in your book of grief? Your book of rage? Your book of joy?
~When you consider the library of your body in its wholeness—what wants to be remembered, seen and honored?
©Laura Weaver
excerpted from LUMINOUS: Poetry & Inquiry for the Soul’s Journey
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Since I have a rather large library at this point, I particularly love this poem. And the tree is spectacular too!