Body Metaphor

My body, the house where my spirit lives

My spirit came to my body pure and innocent, from where I do not know.
The house was already furnished, with pictures, narrow hallways that ran one way, with barriers that did not permit access.
And my spirit made my body grow, with rooms and windows it did not previously own.
But where did the evil come from, the envious thoughts, erotic fantasies, jealous hatreds, selfish idolatries?
Were they implanted in the house where the spirit lived, or was the innocent spirit already infected with that virus the whole world suffers?
My body has been my teacher. My body has been my tempter.

My body now is old, with wrinkled skin, puffy legs, with eyes that do not focus, and ears that do not hear. Still the body is clean, uninfected with disease, strong and healthy. The house had a doorway to weight lifting, leading the spirit to habits that gave strength and leaness to the body.

But soon the spirit will find it can no longer breathe within the house. And where will the spirit go then?