As we approach May with no answers as to when we’ll return to working order amidst the pandemic, a new poem sprouts....
Do You Know Just How Loved
©2020 Karla Johnston, InnerConstellation.com
Eyes and hands of compassion
always roaming…always reaching out—
Remember Master Daowu, that Zen master who said,
“It’s like adjusting a pillow in the night.”
Arriving at the surgery center during COVID,
balancing the mask,
elastic behind the ears, hearing aids,
long hair.
elastic behind the ears, hearing aids,
long hair.
Dang it, forgot the hair tie!
Step out the car and feel something beneath my shoe
Lift my sole to discover—a hairband,
and, it matches my outfit, get out!
and, it matches my outfit, get out!
Smiling at this gift,
I wash it good, along with my hands,
and secure my locks in pure wonderment.
I wash it good, along with my hands,
and secure my locks in pure wonderment.
A few days later I head out into the wild,
no music, no earbuds, just a heart open to the signs—
I’m mountain biking on the down
and ride through a puddle,
turn back around
to look upon
a mud-hole-elongated-heart,
reflecting the sky
as if to say,
“Don’t ever forget,
I love you.”
I love you.”
I smile at Creator’s sense of humor,
the intimate knowledge of my personal motto—
you got to learn to sling mud
you got to learn to sling mud
to grow lotuses.
It seems a theme
COVID-19–
COVID-19–
those hands, those eyes,
there’s so little
that I actually need.
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