The Banquet

Divinity is to me the connecting link, the evolution of energy. and love, likewise, the dissolution of separation, the current between gaps, the transfusion of forces, creativity unbounded. Out for a stroll, I am caught up in three heavenly visions: a white cloud passing, a maple fluttering, and a hornet exploring. and these divine voices: the chirping of a finch, hammering in a yard, the sound of someone’s stereo. In one common moment, I am a communicant in this feast of life— its continuing burst of expressions and ambitions, its multifaceted forms. Even the dancing Shiva does not have the arms to hold so much dear. “Brother Sun; Sister Moon,” This is joy undiluted— we are each related right to the core down to the electrons whizzing in us all.