Lockdown

Lockdown.  In homes, pinned to TVs, tablets, iPhones, the digital force behind the screen pulling us humans to grasp the fear, lick it up and swallow it down like a sweet tasting narcotic.  It burns going down, but we feel the buzz and the torment comfort us.  All the while, a Madness repeated from antiquity sweeps across our planet, and we run to buy before our neighbor.  Afraid we may have the cough, the scratch at the back of the throat may have indeed came from a putrid wet-house in Wuhan.  Some tortured soul of an animal cast its disease upon the human race.  And we run, and we hide, and we put on air masks and the local neighborhood elderly shopper is left to rummage through empty shelves.

Running from poverty, running towards connectivity, hiding from death.  The journey takes us much farther than the destination.  On this journey, we are now in the thick of it – a change that will ripple through time.  The journey must continue, it is up us which path we will chose next.

In the mornings I read the ancient scriptures and through my practice and my concentration, sometimes, I can feel the presence of god. When I am there with that ever expansive force we call our universe, sometimes, I am not afraid.  For what lies after this life is sure to come.  Once my body is gone back to the earth, I will become the sky again, my blood the waters, my mind the clouds, my soul will reach the stars, again.

I wake this way, taking a small piece of divinity like a fragile treasure into my day.  Cradled in my arms as to not be shattered by the modernity that surrounds me.  Technology.  Connectivity.  Responsibility.

I feel the rivers as my blood and keep the clouds safely inside my mind.  Lockdown for one day, one month, one grain of sand in an infinite desert.  Soon, I will be back with the waterfall, watching her land on the ancient stones, drop by drop, together we join the river lost in time.

In darkness I wake in sweats, clinging to the residue of my dream.  The sun will rise again.