The smell of incense and donuts
Repentance and celebration
Imagine Emerson at the feast
Sitting next to Plotinus
Or better a picnic with loaves
And fishes to be so satisfied
Nourished and released
From the body for while
The acceptance of so many things
That won’t be done in heaven
Until they’re done on earth
Long walks through fields
Of rosemary and mint
Still hungry as bears
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