On Samsara’s wheel in the world of infinite genders,
alone or not, each of us seeks comfort and community
this first Sunday morning since last Tuesday’s election.
It’s SRO, neither a folding chair nor square inch of ground
to accommodate another round cushion on the now rainbow
colored floormats. After silent meditation, a spectrum of dark faces
looks toward our dharma teacher who starts, “Everybody’s welcome here.
Today these doors open to a Donald Trump supporter ambushed near the center.
She’s kindly volunteered to organize the last Sabbath of the month sanghai potluck
which falls on Christmas this year.” I try to sit with The Awakened One’s confident
posture: upright neither in retreat nor leaning in too far, eyes half-closed to be within
yet outwardly present during profound times for sentient beings, no where else to turn
— Gerard Senat
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We are so grateful for your poem.
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