Silent Secret

What’s the point of living
in a body
if I ignore it,
except when it says, “Feed me,”
in one way or another?

Is there a silent secret here,
the answer to a riddle as yet unstated?

Could it be that I cannot really
appreciate being alive
if I don’t feel the blood lapping at my cells?

So I try, and fail,
try, and fail,
with some numinous exceptions,
to feel, down to my bones,
that I am actually incarnated
in this body.

Is just the attempt of any value
in finding clues as to why I was born?
Can I call to Heaven
to help me feel my feet
being rooted on the Earth?

Is there a silent secret here?

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