Body as a finger pointing at the moon

When I sit on my knees (Japanese Zen style), I am very lopsided, with my one shoulder and side lower than the other (which one is it?) perhaps because my hamstrings on my right thigh seem to be tighter than on my left. If the body is an artefact with my beliefs stamped all over it, what does this say about the ongoing stories in my head. That I have let the aspect of water overpower the aspect of solidity, leaving me with neither justice or mercy? "Vehamemevin yavin."