My Belly Knows ~By Kim Brandt, RMT~
My belly is a know it all,
I trust that it will catch my fall.
A know it all my belly is,
well-rounded and intuitive.
The only time it gets upset,
and can burn like a turbojet.
Is when I hear it loud and clear,
yet disregard my gut for fear.
When muddled up I’ll miss the mark,
sometimes I wander in the dark.
My belly smiles, and nods, it knows,
I’m really not a block-head schmo.
My belly knows it can’t enforce,
re-learn to listen, then discourse.
A change in course comes from within,
that’s when I hear above the din.
Re-turn, re-call, re-member, re-claim,
those disparate parts of me re-framed.
My belly surely knows the way,
to my re-memeber-ing today.
Ancestral insights beyond time,
I hear them now, it’s too sublime.
My belly guide within me states,
“Dance on dear kim, through wisdoms gate.”