Contours

You imagine
that you are
your body.

As if
you could be
contained
in a cranial
cavity
the size of a
small
muskmelon.

Then you
compound
the error
by comparing
the topography
of your skin
to other
skins,

as if
that was
anything other
than a
footnote
in the volumes
that would be
required to
comprehend
the eternity
that you contain,

as if
you can be
contained.

Consider
adopting a
meditation
practice
wherein your
intention is to
move your
awareness
outside your
muskmelon,
for just a few
moments,

and allow
your Self
to expand
along the
endless
contours of
your Soul.

(Photo by Omid Armin; Unsplash)