Meeting

Somehow, to me, we felt different
We parted first as one soul
Went our separate ways for a moment and returned as six less one
We had our masks in hand if not on tonight
Just in case
We must be alert to the danger
The danger of replacing the mask
The danger of slipping into the old path
This path does not become us
My mask is only a shade now as I work at removing it entirely again
I am saddened at having to work at it yet
A tear tugs beneath this shadow
A tear that I will use to help it slide away
A tear to loose my grip for good
I thought I had shed enough already
Perhaps I was wrong
I recall the evening and cannot help but compare
Shall we capture that true connection again?
Shall we sit in silence and speak volumes again?
Shall we spend time as one again?

We shall, we have, we are
We do this every day
We have but to open our souls to feel it
We need not meet face to face
A word passed, a phrase turned
All are transparent to the true self
We are one
We stand alone while joined through the aether
Our sorrowful laments are turned to joyous celebration
Let our hearts sing as we turn up the volume



This appeared in an email that I wrote after meeting with the group of people that attended the retreat with me. We are coming to grips with not experiencing the same spark and oneness that we found while spending almost five days together. We are very close and nothing external can change that, so thinking about it now I do wonder why we are worried about anything at all. I added, just now, the verse after the break as it answers the questions that I left unanswered at the time.


To those who know, believe, we have a gift that cannot be taken away.


Jeff.