Oi is Om

I haven't seen my body in some time. It's been a minute since I've really had any one-on-one time with it. Sure, I see it. I notice it in mirrors as I am running from one obligation to the next. While getting ready for the day, I see glimpse of skin that appear when my clothes fall away. I register my image yet I neglect to give it any attention. I have not seen my body, not for all that it truly is. Over the duration of this hiatus I feel like I've become a stranger to my physical self.

In the middle of uttanasana (one of my most favorite poses) I suddenly became aware of my legs. The skin was dry, creating this reptilian pattern up to my thighs. They had become hairy since the last time I shaved them, which had to have been some time in early February. These knees of mine, did they use to be so ashy? The dawn of all these new realizations began to spread over the rest of my body.

How is my back? I haven't seen that in a while either.

Are my arms lean and tight or have they inched into flabby?

Christ, don't tell me my ass has turned to collagen!

It's a shame I've neglected the tangible part of my person for as long as I have. Pay respects where respect is due; this body has seen me through as many trials as triumphs. Who would I be without my dear body? Surely I am not just a mind, don't my neurons hold my memories? My thought patterns happen physically, so the two must be intertwined. Shame on me, for being so mean all this time.