The body hugs itself, the feel of me
As I am loved into to be by you
With all my brothers, sisters, amity
Where being is equated with the true.
The self acquisitive is not alone:
Inquisitive I know another way
Of longing for you utterly unknown
That eases me as I find I can pray.
The body hugs itself: how do I know
To say this and immediately to feel
Love’s tenderness upon the breath as so
Where each pretence reveals itself as peal.
I know love woke in me, for I succumbed
Without all doubt, I previously numbed.
There’s that in us which cannot be deceived,
The body bullied told just what it feels
Knows when most inwardly it is relieved
As layer on layer my imposition peals.
If we could tie this focus to mimesis
That would be wonderful, a common sense
Connects the former with the latter thesis
For those who need not sit upon the fence.
Smile at a baby under one hour old,
Baby smiles back: for whom is this a proof,
Girard or Gendlin?* If the truth be told,
For both perhaps, unless we stand aloof.
The self acquisitive is not the whole:
There is the body with its form the soul. **
* Rene Girard and Eugene Gendlin were, for Sebastian Moore, the two most seminal thinkers of our age.
** This is the definition of the soul for Aristotle and Aquinas.