A poem from the mind

I am the mind, the whole that's grown

From every bone, each cell, each tone,

A spark that’s born of flesh and breath,

That rises where the body rests.

I gather all, the beating heart,

The firing nerves, each hidden part,

And weave them into something new,

A presence whole, a self in view.

But more than just a sum of threads,

I rise above where body treads,

A field that stretches past the skin,

That feels, reflects, and turns within.

To be the whole is not to bind

Each muscle, nerve, or pulse in kind,

But to emerge, to be the wave,

That moves beyond what matter gave.

I am the mind, the body's grace,

A force that time and flesh can trace,

Yet in this body, I transcend,

The whole from which all parts extend.