It just happened at 11:00 AM
this morning.
I crawled out from under my rock
of bed rest, due to sickness,
and ventured out into the wide world by going across the street
to Huntington Park.
After being bedridden for so long
I saw everything with fresh eyes,
like after fasting -
food tastes especially delicious.
It was just the time
the chimes from Grace Cathedral
were ringing for Easter Sunday -
Straight, all the way through me.
On and on, tumbling out.
Powerful healing vibrations
washed through me,
backwards and forwards
through my pores
in Joyous Celebration of Easter.

eople walking to church -
The energy
they had put into carefully selecting
their outfits for Easter
brushed off on me.
I passed a gentleman
who had placed a red handkerchief
ever so carefully in his pocket.
I could feel the energy, care,
and concentration that went into placing it.
Huntington Park seemed to be a French painting that came alive.
Little girls in old-fashioned dresses
and stiff white•shoes moving,
Fathers also in dressed-up clothes
tenderly looking on.
A well worn Chinese man and woman
breathing and moving
as though in relaxation classes I've taken.
Here in the park
people interacting with people -
Mothers pushing children on swings.
It's healing to observe all this
as though from behind a glass window.