Pandemic Poetry

Curating sacred space,
within and without.
Taking my seat
at the altar of listening.
Practicing quieting
the noise of a world
grasping & scratching
for some meaning making
amidst the madness.

Prayers of gratitude
fall from my lips
hour upon hour
for the privilege
to be where I am,
have what I have,
and contemplate deeply
the reverberating question:
What is truly essential?

My heart seeks
for all the places
where I can
bring more love
more attention
more service.

My body roots deeper
into the pause,
wherever I may find it
within the steady flowing
river of day, week, month...

And I am listening.
My whole body
an ear.

Something
is awakening.
A portal is open.
Will we choose
the possible,
Or rush back to
(a broken) “normal”
as quickly as we can?