Ample five year-old spies her way
through reclaimed factory
boasting renovated studios
filled with art, commerce, sacred space.
She peeks through door ajar.
Her proclamation lays to rest
a brief mystery: “It’s Buddhists…”
Her voice rings sweet pride at
knowing what this strange
constellation of sitting silents is.
Then simple, eager astonishment:
“…and I can see them!”
Mystery rising again and again,
living in this curious creature
who will peer into a multitude of other
entrances
windows
thresholds.
May many more doors be left half-open to discover.
If not, may she be the key to open them herself.
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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