not a single inch that doesn’t ache.
From top to bottom and bottom to top.
From head to toe, everything suffers,
and that makes me intensely alive.
What great luck that I am still here,
riding the cart, moving forward despite it all,
despite whatever happens to me—alive.
And everything is fine, the world is blue,
there is life in everything, still.
I don’t give up, I don’t tire of being,
there is no reason to worry.
Everything makes me intensely alive,
I can be every pore of myself.
I can be any living thing,
I can leave my body
and step outside myself, and be someone else.
Leaving that body behind at times,
enjoying what is good,
bending that hardened body.
Dancing at times in happiness,
and sometimes I tell what happens,
behind the closed doors of me.