Potluck

I went to talk with some people

at a social gathering tonight.

Under the pretense of food,

spiritual practice, video viewing

what we were really there for, was

to talk.  To talk to each other

and share our humanity, to be

friendly–and why not?  What has

any one of us to gain by not being

so?

So we ate and talked, and watched

silently, and talked again, afterwards

We closed our eyes in silent spiritual

practice–diving deep within to a

place of profound rest.

We planned for new adventures.

It was an evening of grace and

comraderie.  So many possibilities

were awakening in us.

No one was left behind.  Everyone

was included.  We all raised each

other up.  Planetary consciousness

was also raised a notch or two

just by our being together.

 

 

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