What if we thought of it as the childhood abstinence?
Or like we know our sacred space, the one we save for the most sacred of an instance?
Cease from travel, from healing, touch or talk
Cease from the known, learning anew even a mere walk
On the orders from the unknown, less liked, the pseudo optimists
Even if so, it has to be alright!
Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is.
Make a call, sing, write, read, or even maybe pray,
Be selfish, touch only yourself, for life’s sake, please stay
And when your body has become still, reach out with your heart
Understand that I and you will be here, in one way or the other, not apart
We have done things to the planet, both terrifying and beautiful,
The actions have had a reaction, finally, please don’t try to deny
The world doesn’t need your hands, save them for later, sigh!
Maybe your heart, your vibe, your words,
spread your shoots of compassion, invisibly, not your touch
Write your vows for the idea of a better tomorrow
Save your home from the collapse, with your love, my heart
for better or for worse, in sickness and in health,
& maybe in a pandemic, ‘until death do us part’.
Be A Paradox 