Dharma Rain Zen Center - Stillpoint
Your Hands
by Karen Irving for Bukkai
Just when
I am not sure if I can feel anything else
You say that you are leaving
It is not about my sorrow
It is about the beauty of
your parenting
Extending your fingers
Stretching them fully
In every direction
beyond the horizon
Until they are taut
Tilting your palm outward
in the fall light
You discover one after the other,
barely visible edges of
petal
anther
stigma
tips protruding
a candescent lotus
in the channels between dancing microbes and layers of pores and tissues!
Enchanted you follow a peduncle
running under your very palm
up your arm
moving easily between veins, arteries, capillaries, bones
tendrils following tributaries
accepting your design, your physicality
Intricate graceful arches and twirls culminate
A corpulent rhizome embedded in your Heart
Of course your boundless Heart
Will receive these children
The children of all children
Who only want to hear you laugh
To hold your hand that flowers
And feel a kiss
From the very lips
that Speak the timeless, eternal vow
Of ten thousand beings
The vow that allows you to agree,
“Yes. I do have these hands.”
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