Randall Mullins
—
These words
are to help me arrive
and stay home
where I am
inside this body,
faithful
wlth the many
diminishments
that belong to its nature.
It is made
of millions of miracles,
cell communities,
synapses,
water of the planet
flowing as blood
in channels
beyond comprehension.
It is like an old mansion,
beyond repair,
yet with flaws
made more beautiful with age.
—
Its wisdom is out in the open,
sacred signs that it is mortal,
not designed
to keep this form forever.
Blood vessels in the legs
leak predictably,
giving a blue hue
to the ankles.
It offers voice,
sight,
sounds,
and other ways
of touch and love.
Slowly
the changes continue.
Cancer lives here,
an uninvited guest
that could be here
three more years.
It settles in
as a good teacher.
—
This is my home,
always has been,
and will be until
it mingles again
with the soil
and the eternal life
to which it belongs.
—
Randall Mullins
June, 2022
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Each Tuesday morning at 6:00 AM PST the Sangha gathers virtually in a practice dedicated to body awareness. This poem from Randall blossomed from this week’s practice.
If you would like to plant some seeds through community contemplation-meditation practice you are always welcome to join us.
The Zoom link is: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/89989680789
You are also invited to join other practices:
Mondays and Thursdays: 6 AM Pacific Time
Sunday at 7 AM Pacific Time
and
Monday and Wednesday evenings at 4:30 PM Pacific Time
We look forward to sitting with you!
The Sangha of the Pandemic. Randall, Linda, Chuck, Brian, Mark, Richard, Paul, Jeff, Timmer, Tom, Damien, Mike, Ginny, David, Angie, and William