I was once just a small thing – a fertilized cell
In my mother’s warm body. That’s how I became.
I have nothing to do with my being alive,
Nor with where to find love and how best to survive.
I and that which maintains me are one and the same.
I’ve a body that serves me and functions quite well.

It has innate capacity to itself heal.
It needs no outside influence to make it well.
The magnificent body has knowledge supreme.
It will manage my mismanaging to extreme.
Anything it may want, it has wisdom to tell
Its commanding assistant who knows how to feel.

If I eat a small piece of bread, it will become,
Within hours, a part of me. This is a feat
Most miraculous. I can put down the iPhone
And get back to the ‘I’ with some time left alone
So that I find contentment in soulful retreat
Wherein I may align to the beat of my drum.