Flourishing Feast

“Power corrupts,

Absolute power corrupts absolutely”

—wisdom of Lord Acton

“Grassroots flourishes,

Abundant grassroots flourishes abundantly”

—the wisdom of mycelium

Take my hand

Grasp firmly

Under the table

If you are sitting near me

I love your Aliveness

Your Sacred diversity

Feel our pulses

Together flourishing

Take her hand

Hold tightly

Under the table

The one without papers

Who traveled so far

To take care of your grandmother

Feel your pulses

Together flourishing

Take the hand

Cup it fiercely

Under the table

The one open and surrendered

To something much bigger than oneself

Feel the pulses

Together flourishing

Take his hand

Unfurl it bravely,

one delicate finger at a time

The one stricken with selfishness

The one fearing abandonment

The suffering, the lost

Hand over hand

Fists to open palms

Take hands with the stranger

Your neighbor, your friend

Under the table

Watch the table grow…

Board to board, root to root

Woven branches of Nature’s strength

Coming up everywhere like daisies

from deaths of despair

To welcome all compassionately

To feed all abundantly

Together flourishing

Only flourishing together

With hand in hand, reciprocity

Unstoppable Grassroots uprising

Flourishing from under the table

Into the ONE shared feast

for all to Behold!

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