Feasts
on the shoulder of this drizzle-heavy Sunday morning
I rest my head in contemplation
my stomach growls hungry for a meal in a fancy restaurant
of grand tastes shared with friends who sit close enough
to reach a fork-full of tastes into each other’s mouths
Barack and Michelle, Oprah, Micheal, Lawrence, Candice, Irene,
Langston, Maya, Toni and Audre – oh, there are gangs of us
seated together leaning in nuzzling ideas between sips of bubbly
and gulps of
change
it’s a strange time that to envision sharing a meal
seems a different shade of relating stranger still
that for 28 days the collective goal is to devour a
certain recipe of history when that devouring should
never end
what I learn is that it is critical to keep learning and face
the facts of all the ingredients in the unfinishable feast
that is human interaction
what I learn is that to dream of exchanging dialogue and
dessert with friends across time and space is how change
cultivates
may we always be hungry for compassionate sharing
sit to table or bench or ground in the dreamland of
living the impossible
these feasts are feats of collective communion
eat up! indulge! shout opa! and cheers! and salut!
on the brave breaths of infinite beginnings that turn
to spreads that last for hours and hours each of us
drunk on love heavy with hope and itching with
empowered
action
Hi Vanessa,
Oh, how we long for “ this feast”.
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Just GORgeous, beauty-full, powering, and delicious! Everything is evolving,unfolding and becoming. My life is not the same as it was yesterday, and thank You, it will not be the same tomorrow. I move from good to greater good. Conditions in the outer world may change, but Your presence is constant and sure.
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