Body
With what dexterity and logic
did nature make the
human body,
It is created to do a multitude
of things,
With precision, poise, and purpose.
In some one hundred and fifty
pounds of flesh and bone
Lies mind-boggling complexity,
It is amazing that a union of
a sperm and an egg
Can create such a marvel.
In its ninety-three thousand
miles of blood vessels,
Navigate the packets of fuel
to energize it,
Its fourteen billion neurons
buzz with information,
Processed by an incredible microprocessor,
Programmed on its open architecture,
To make sense of the outer universe,
To shape the inner world.
Is it all a body or a body and
mind that drives us,
Centuries of debate has not
settled the score in common thought,
But without free-will humans
would be robots,
Bereft of the power of thought
available to them.
The sensations of body tie us
down to ground,
Giving life its earthy and beyond-mind
character;
Body's mystique is nature's
mystique;
With time the body changes,
Our corporeal existence,
A dagger thrust in the majesty
of life.
A mind dies many a time,
But a body only once,
Each body is unique and bears
the impress of its mind,
With a body's death a world
comes to close,
An awake-dreaming comes to end.
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