Screens of Worship by Alejandro N. Marrero

I want to be strong, vigilant and true
It’s something positive for me to think about might even be for you too
I miss my teachers, temples, shrines and gongs
Our sources of refuge have been closed for so very long
Now are the times where people turn their minds feverishly to their faiths
Now is the time we can only attend or receive teachings on a digital displays
There was a time we left our homes to meet our masters, spiritual family and visit very holy sites
Yet now they’re all closed to the public and available only on multiple platforms and websites
It’s not the same, it isn’t, you know this is honest and true
We’ve not perfected our minds and need places to worship preferably with you
There’s ways to safely open our doors and practice with distances at six sacred spaces
Yet the doors never seem to open it’s only webinars endlessly offered it chases
What of the seekers or those not ready for solitude.
What if the ones that’s rely only in the peace is found at a blessed temples of mental fortitude
We want to be strong, vigilant and true
It’s something positive for us to think about might even be healthier too
We miss our teachers, temples, shrines and their chanting songs
Our sources of refuge have been closed now for so very long
Now are the times where people turn their minds diligently towards their faiths
Yet our places are closed we can only attend or receive teachings on a digital displays
We want to be strong, ask questions and be in the triple gems presence and witness it’s holy medicine
Yet these are the days where only streams give us multitudes of hard to follow lessons
We miss our stupas, shrines, brothers, sisters mothers, and fathers of our faith
We miss our temples, monks, teachers, masters and the obstacles their presence helped us face
This minute’s already gone it will never be replaced
Nor can we guarantee tomorrow’s with masks on our face
One day it will pass this pandemic that seems to keep places closed while others spread out under the sky in the safe open
Sadly each day is not guaranteed and what we’re taught on screens only helps us barely with coping
It’s not the same no matter how hard we keep hoping
I wish one day the precious mandala fields of doors will open again
We’re many who need direction physical and yet we never know when
When we’ll ever see each other or will it be us chained to screens of worship till the very lonely end.

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