The Language My Body Speaks

i live in a higher institution with the brain of a kindergarten my body is talking and i cannot even grasp what it is its language is a tongue rolling over my nerves a desire to get me to cooperate in its quest for a better self - but some i understand but most i dont, such as the sudden rise of the cakra to the tip of my head and the light that flashes when my eyes are close i dont understand a language when silence is its companion and only one person can be its audience a language not spoken but rattle through the nerves and imagination i am a young pupil in this school of realisation fitted with two arms two legs, two eyes, a heart and a mind to boot the language the body talks is coded and archived in the brain but there is no way to uncode the message with a brain so small the dream of gods, of goblins, of bats, of fairies - they too are spoken with images only the body can do those too are in need of explanation though in all kindness the body relents for once with all the images it have cooked up