A Humane Condition

I felt it again for just a brief moment, flowing, perfect

pure love, it came beneath me and to my sides 

like a small rill or stream, without physical substance 

yet clear as the  vibrations of a bell

Laying face up upon hot sand, my eyes closed behind 

sun glass, I became entranced by the glad sounds of 

the Mexican tourists who come to this lovely playa 

town from many larger cities far inland

I remember thinking I needed to release my gringo 

judgement, I reminded myself I'm a human being 

exactly like all the others, and I concentrated on the 

pockets of joy exploding around me

Then the trickling force ran past me and soaked my 

outer core, feeling like a soft touch, a warm quilt 

weaved by motherly love, offering a sense of connection 

with that great spirit of oneness