Who Is Breathing?

Do you ever nod your head from side to side and feel your brain in there?

The brain that we are listening to every time we hear that little voice in our heads?

Do you ever realize that we can’t hear our own souls talking to us?

We can only hear our brains.

Our minds.

It’s like playing telephone,

only sometimes the mind can change what the soul is trying to tell us

on purpose.

The mind does this because it thinks it’s useful for all of us;

for our soul, our body, everything.

But the trouble occurs when we stop recognizing what is being telephoned correctly

and what is not.

The trouble occurs when we never even realize that there is a telephone line in the first place;

when we don’t realize that our brains are not who we are.

They’re not the driver of the car,

they’re just the engine.

If our brains die, we stop sensing, touching, hearing, thinking;

bur what was powering the brain in the first place?

Maybe we should just nod our heads from side to side more often,

feeling that big blob of goo that’s sitting heavily up in there;

the blob that has built arms, legs, eyes, genitals, lips, hands, our whole bodies,