THE BODY OF CHRIST HAS A MISSING LIMB by Anita Grace Brown

After contemplating a passage in the book "Rediscovering the lost Body Connection", I was meditating and saw a vision of a God with hundreds of arms and legs…

Wiki tells me the name is Avalokiteshvara and the mantra that goes with him is Om Mani Padme Hum: a compassionate prayer for beings everywhere to end suffering.

I put the mantra on repeat in my mind and after a few days out poured this piece. I hope you enjoy it!

The Body of Christ has a Missing Limb

by Anita Grace Brown

multiply my eyes

so that i might glimpse all their glorious +

ravaged scars

O I see you!!

make me a hundred ears to

hearken sorrow's echo

fervent

through the canyons

O I hear you!!

a thousand arms to embrace

the multitude of plagued + broken

dreams

O how I feel you!

a million feet

to walk a trillion miles

just to hold a single

thorn-pierced heart

the body of Christ

revealed in mud--

winged lotus

gracefully blooming

dove engulfed

in holy flame

feverish pain

swirling inward

cooled only by

a cyclone of

seashell's

whispers

transforming ashen wreckage

the body of Christ has a missing limb

weary, I

query

my own

tender + brambled belly

If one part suffers, every part suffers

if one part is honored,

every part rejoices

the body of Christ

has a missing limb

center-placed palm

stigmata-wound bruised for my iniquities

presses back

compassionate

touch

the body of Christ

has a missing limb

one breath separates

suffering

from surrender

submerged then

found

knitted together

womblike

in the hollows

you...your wounds

your story

your limbs

your love

your peace

your voice

you are the missing
limb

Anita Brown is a content mother of two teenagers and wife of 20 years, both of which she is grateful for every day. She began writing poetry in the fall of 2012 after a mini-breakdown cracked open her heart and allowed this newly found gift to shine through. Many months later, she is realizing the truth in the saying that ‘breakdown equals spiritual awakening’ as she is pleasantly shocked at how much more peace she has in her spirit and how that is reflected in her life. Anita loves yoga, dancing, traveling, cooking, walking her golden Sierra, and quiet evenings at home. She especially enjoys teaching meditation to under-served communities and listening to others as they express the same joy at the transformation occurring from such simple but regular practice.

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