We begin by knowing their language…
We begin by knowing their language ... then carry ourselves to their passage and sit cross legged ... Everything we brought in is heavy enough to flatten a ... hippo ... pot ... amus ... or large thick-skinned semiaquatic mammal ... with massive jaws and large tusks ... So we kindly leave it on our side of the threshold ... Speaking to the outside is just listening with our sandals off ... UNQUALIFIED ... circles don't push wider ... they thin out until we're already inside ... and what's left is a soulmate couple standing in the middle of an aisle ... instead of choosing a right or left place to stand ... Breaking Bread While Holding a Big Question ... The best language during this get together doesn't require a rehearsal ...
The smallest gesture has the same bones as the largest scale doesn't measure the weight ... A person standing at a starting line isn't behind the line ... they're just facing a different direction ... Fear of saying the wrong thing is a luxury those who have been offended never had ... Ignorance isn't always the wound ... it's the bandage we put over the wound ... Our ears ring when something real arrives without knocking ... Be with it ... Sit with a meal someone cooked in a language we don't speak ... We eat it anyway ... GRATITUDE ... before understanding ... The ones who are afraid of being wrong have never learned what sorry tastes like ...
We broke bread at tables that had no reason to invite us ... the olive wood remembered something we forgot ... our own ... HANDS ... on the same fabric ... Flour and dirt under the fingernails ... from yesterday ... Every time a window opened on its own ... we were not tempted to climb out of it ... because of it being two and a half stories high ... We gazed at the frame and let the wind do what brrd often does with a hinge ... snap to it ... then rise above the "at ready" warm kitchen ... Coming back to the butter yellow surfaces with open eyes ringing ...
