Dear Dad: what have you done to my body with your essence? am I in You, after You, through You? Can I live without YOU?
Dear Mother: what did you fabricate my body with your digested food-nutrients, tinctured my stream and its flow with your blood and its veins, strengthened my bones with your willful marrow, delicately decorated my glands with your organs, and designated my pigments with your passionate fire. Further, what were your experiences, day after day, sensation after sensation, desire after dream, on how my womb was compressed?
Dear Ancestors: why are my bodily components exactly framed, structured and numbered like yours, and yet each, is vastly, minutely and uniquely different?
Dear earth mother: how many specific minerals contained in my this dirt-like body?
Dear Sky father: who design mine and everybody’s body with exact copy but different functionalities?
Dear All: I want to know my body, see how it operates, and why it does so?
As I touch my head, rub my chest, tap my belly, there are neck and belly button that connect these three.
Then as I sit up, feet ground and lift me. As I walk, two legs move forth and back, alternating. Equally speaking, my shoulders and its two arms swing, oppositely paralleling to what two feet and their legs strike and retrieve.
Even so, my fingers touch my hair and facial holes, such as eyelids, nostrils, or lips, even tongue and teeth. And down, any other parts, till they touch and rub one another, causing entire body to move as a team, function as a group, and coordinate as a family.