Blessing, a story of Bhutan - Rebecca del Rio

[Larry Robinson]

Blessing, a story of Bhutan

for June


Across the field of dancers

Weaving stories

Histories of a place and

People, a river of humanity swells.

The current moves, widens

Narrows and roars, waiting

All present, all craving the priest’s blessing.

From far away, we see

An orderly file. Once in: an unruly

Avalanche, a landslide of

Bodies like logs or

Boulders rolling,

Crashing together.

A crushing, thunderous throng,

Wild and joyful, no anger.

The current carries us

Like flotsam, fearful that

Scarce oxygen will evaporate

For children pressed against

Parents and strangers, clumsy

Herd animals all.

We protect them, create

Spaces for air to find them.

Finally, we two slip free, free

Of the demand for that blessing

Lose ourselves together, release

The requirement for magic, other

Than the moment.

Together lost,laughing,freed from

The demand for a blessing

We wander our way

Back across the crowded river.

A child finds us, our

Foreign faces,

confused, bemused.

She asks, How may I help?

In a world where Holy is the fabric,

We are innocent threads woven into

A sacred whole. She appears

A tiny girl dressed in white

To guide us to a different light.

We follow, wending

Our way in the crowded chaos.

Ahead, a tiny White Tara

Completes her task:

Awaken all the beings of the World.

We wake to the moment, to an unbidden

Blessing. Better than any we sought

Because it wasn’t sought, but given.


	- Rebecca del Rio
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