My poem to Charlotte Selver is in the Sensory Awareness newsletter this month. She was 103 when she died. I can't remember now what motivated this poem but I wrote it after she died. She died in 2003.
Don't use your eyes like forks,
Charlotte used to say,
wisely sweeping past
one hundred years to stir
a century and more
in her probing,
Through her, my eyes became bowls
and the world, food.
There is no need for utensils
when there's nothing to pick apart.
Enjoy softness in your eyes today, open focus, receiving.
Run your fingers around your eye sockets. They are huge.
Reach with your toes and see what answers within.
I saw a bumper sticker recently that went like this.
Your body may be a temple. Mine is an amusement park.
My response - Both, All!