Body Mind and Spirit

Our bodies define us as living creatures, Our minds define us a sentient, thinking beings. Our spirit or soul embodies our essence: that which makes us the individuals that we are. The essence of our personalities and all that we stand for emerges from our mental and physical selves.

Even the essence of identical twins differ. Upon casual contact they may be indistinguishable, but for anyone who knows them it only would take a short time to tell them apart. By their actions, mannerisms, and behavior they quickly establish themselves as individuals.

We may also relate this to our inner self, our inner being. Me may all to often get caught up in our daily, hectic lives to the point we may lose touch with ourselves, our true selves. It is very easy to follow the many routines we’ve built up for ourselves.

Think for a moment about all the “sub-routines” that make up your day. You will find that for the most part nearly all of your waking hours are comprised of a continuum of successive daily rituals, from once we get up in the morning to when we put ourselves to bed at night. Now, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Most of the motions we go through are important in sustaining our lives, we are maintained by them.

However, just maintaining our physical presence in this world will eventually prove to be insufficient in sustaining our vitality. The “Daily Routine” has a way of becoming a daily grind and can begin to wear on us. The “thing” that is being “worn out” is our vitality – essentially our essence.

Try as we may, we can only go on for so long in self-operating mode. We are much more than just automatons. Occasionally, we actually need to re-acquaint ourselves with ourselves. Somewhere along the line we should stop, or at least slow down, long enough to rest, recuperate, and re-evaluate what we are doing and where we think we’re headed.

“The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus

Written in 1883 by poet Emma Lazarus for a fundraising auction to help pay for the construction costs of the Statue of Liberty’s pedestal. In 1903 the poem was mounted as a bronze plaque on the pedestal itself. The poem embodies three virtues that Taoist hold dear: Compassion, Simplicity, and Humility.

“The New Colossus”

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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