In temple statues the Buddha has eyes
where Jesus had wounds.
Wound-eye opening thorn-crowned forehead,
wound-eye gashed in breast and belly,
wound-eye in one palm raised blessing,
in the other gazing downward
touching, healing the earth.
What if every atom in your body
is an organ of perception?
What if rivers change their courses
and continents tremble when you dance,
your navel fixed motionless at the center
of the vast suffering galaxy named Christ?