There is a secret Cartographer in each and everyone, to navigate the world under the sun.
Once upon a time a man who lost his map, not of the world, but of his mental lap.
His eyes were fine, his ears were keen, but somewhere in between unseen.
A quiet clerk inside went on a retreat, the one who knows where are your feet.
The one who lives in tendon, muscle and bone, to make the hand your own.
That was the time one morning, where the man reached for tea, but his hand missed, how could that be?
He saw the cup right there, but his fingers grabbed at empty air.
He went to walk, and walked askew, his legs forgot what legs should do.
I am thinking, therefore I am, he remembers as he hit the jam.
My thoughts are clear and my mind is bright, why can't I turn left from right.
Without the aid of open eyes, who tells the body where it lies?
An old Seer laughed and said, there's a small God inside your head.
Not in the chapel where you pray, but in the mind that works each day.
He is the one when the body speaks and begs, simply sits inside your legs.
Measuring stretch, strain and swing, librarian and scorer of everything.
The mysterious autopilot of sense, and most discreet intelligence.
No vision in paints, no ear that hears, yet it held you for all these years.
You thought your 'self' was in your brain, a king upon a thinking throne of sane.
But you are more like murmured lease, between your joints and a state of peace.
That clerk, that god, that quiet friend, who tells you where you start and end.
Giving you to feel complete not as a thought, but a body very finely wrought.
Not quite in his body to presume, more like a flow of bloom.
A messenger too fast for speech, that keeps you within own reach.
The proprioceptive Clerk back on duty, things take on in simple beauty.
From that day, he walked less proud, no more to please the crowd.
For he had met, beneath the skin, the one who'd always held him in.
The art of understanding the force of space, is to know that the divine liberates the place.
Senses reveal the hidden realms for sure, to make it a holy procedure.





















